Vincent spoke each word deliberately, as if forcing himself to engrave the sentence deeply into his mind and to fulfill it. Memories of the pure and beautiful happiness they once shared kept flashing through his mind—no amount of wealth and glory could compare to the genuine warmth of being together with the one you love.
Because of his firm and sincere words, Cynthia's thoughts began to drift. How many times had she cursed their marriage in the dead of night, praying for a divorce, wishing he would return to her and gently say, "Cynthia, I'll take you away! Let's abandon all rights and interests and fly freely together!"
But it was only two years later that this dream came true—was it too late? Her heart had been worn down by harsh reality, stripped of any hope. No matter how much warmth or promise he gave, her heart would no longer stir.
