A Night of Passion

elationship," sai

ith chandeliers shining as if to complement the po

a's eyes glistened as she f

e growled, trying to keep his voice

to comprehend his words. "Why, Ambrose? What did I do wrong?" Her voice c

r. "It's not about what you did, Bella. It's about what I want.

refused to let them fall. "Suffocating you?

. Seven years is a long time to real

he clinking of cutlery from the other diners who seemed

red the sight she beheld the day before. Infact, she had wanted to

la had been childhood sweethearts right from when they were kids and started their re

ship could actually lead to marriage

friend. But instead she was surprised instead, walking into Ambrose's house only to

pick Ambrose's shirt, carelessly thrown acr

ears dropped. The girl beneath him clung desperately to his back, her long red nails leaving red marks on his skin,

could only be an extreme pleasure which Ambrose had never given to

opened his mouth to talk to her

bear to remember t

la whispered, her v

es narrowing. "Saw me? Wh

to your mansion to surprise you. Instead, I heard... I heard e

and guilt. "You had no right to

ists. "No right? After everything we've been through,

her eyes. "Things change, Bella. Peo

e felt her resolve crumbling, but she forced herself to speak. "Wh

t, his jaw set in

abella demanded,

s settling on the couple. Ambrose leaned in, his v

. "You're breaking up with me in a public place after

apkin onto the table. "This conversation

r. She sat there, stunned and heartbroken, watching the man she

ly, sensing the tension. "Miss

, her voice barely a wh

urant, her head hung low from embarrassment, she made a silent vow to herself. She would move on. She woul

-end streets, her handbag dangling by her side as she burs

ess, afterall no one cares about her at home ne