Addison only allowed her tears to fall after running outside.
She did not want to cry in front of that man.
In his eyes, what was she, after all? A possession he owned.
Knowing she might drink tonight, she had not driven. At this moment, it was difficult to get a ride. As she was about to call her family driver, a strong force pulled from behind and tightly grabbed her slender arm.
A trace of regret flashed across Jonathan's face. "I'm sorry about what just happened."
When he saw her tears, his heart suddenly ached.
He raised his hand to wipe her tears, but she forcefully brushed it away.
"Don't touch me." Addison's voice was firm.
He had never known that his ex-wife thought of him this way.
A sense of helplessness and defeat surged in, crushing his remaining pride bit by bit.
A voice echoed repeatedly in his mind. "Jonathan, you really are terrible."
He murmured, his voice almost choking. "Enough, Addison. I'm begging you. Please leave me a little dignity."
