Passing by, his and her past finally faded away.
Indeed, Tom Hulce and Mary Wickes were selecting engagement rings. She couldn't deny that they were indeed a perfect match. Perhaps the other girl was more suitable to be his wife than she was. In truth, she no longer held any resentment, not towards him or towards that girl. A marriage without love would eventually crumble. She should have realized this sooner—what doesn't belong to you can never indeed be yours, including that unborn child.
She turned around in the wind, a faint smile of indifference on her lips. Step by step, she walked away without hesitation, determined to distance herself from his world.
"What's wrong, Tom? What are you looking at?" Mary Wickes turned back, casting a curious gaze at Tom Hulce. His eyes were fixat
