Chapter 85

Nina was gasping for breath, letting the cold wind hit her, yet she remained oblivious to the chill as she was too consumed by her need to escape.

She didn't know how long she'd been running. Exhausted, she finally stopped, panting heavily.

With her hands on her knees, tears streamed down her face, falling to the ground without her noticing.

In that moment, Nina realized her cheeks were soaked with tears, each warm droplet turning icy, stinging her skin.

Why did it have to be this way?

Why?

Nina silently questioned herself, why did all the good things turn out to be lies?

She believed that Nash's most tender and attractive demeanor was merely a facade of compensation and guilt.

Finally, she grasped the meaning behind Miranda's words.

Nash had married her only to exploit her.

He showed no empathy and no hint of affection towards her.

Nina sank to the ground, feeling her heart grow cold, her arms tightly wrapped around herself.

She wished she had a shell to retreat into, wher