"Dear, are you alright?"
It was a woman's voice, middle aged. But I didn't bother lifting my face, I yelled, for what was more than the dozenth time already,
"Fuck off!"
It was maddening as hell, that someone couldn't be allowed to cry and think in peace. But I suppose it was my fault for choosing a park, of all places.
I sat face down at the wooden bench, canopied by a willow tree. I don't know how long I had sat there, but my tears were far from ceasing. I have tried to stop, to think, but every thought just brought more tears.
I didn't even know what was the time, and I didn't care one bit.
The appointment I had with Richard, became a trivial matter compared to the recent turn of events. And I really didn't feel like facing the vexing billionaire after the shocking news of my marriage.
The bench creaked as someone too stupid to see that I didn't want to be bothered, sat down. And worse he was eating; bagels and coffee. It reminded me that I hadn't eaten all morning.
