Jasmine alighted from the car and walked into her house, dragging her feet with her heart heavy with guilt.
“Did I do the right thing?” She thought aloud as she sat on the couch.
One of the maids approached her with her head slightly bowed.
“Welcome, ma'am. Would you like me to get you anything?” She asked, but Jasmine glared at her for a second before wagging her fingers at her.
The maid left and Jasmine was once again left with her own thoughts taunting her and, of course, Mir.
“This was your ultimate plan?” Mir scoffed, seated beside Jasmine, who didn't pay her any attention.
She was too tired; tired of all the dramas she had to put up with, the fake smile she had to wear and even the lies she had to tell to mask her pain.
She was tired of it all.
Without saying anything to Mir,
