Her eyes were filled with pleading and the last glimmer of hope.The administrator frowned slightly and looked at them. \"What are you doing? Don\'t care about others -- hey, hey, don\'t leave!\"Matthew walked forward with Simona in his arms, while Jeremy explained behind him. When he caught up with Simona, she had been stuffed into the car by Matthew.Trapped in the car, she leaned against the window and looked at him. Jeremy felt that she would never forget her gaze for the rest of her life.The car was driving at a fast speed. After a short while, the speed gradually slowed down. Sitting there, Simona didn\'t say anything and looked ahead blankly. Her face was in a mess because of tears, as if she had just come out of a mental hospital.The car was driving steadily, but she felt like vomiting. She opened her mouth and directly threw up in the car.Matthew took a look at her and didn\'t look well. He pulled over the car and cleaned her body with tissue before starting the car.

She raised her hand and forced a smile to the mirror, only to find that the smile was a little ugly.When she walked out, Matthew stood beside her bed and looked at her with unfathomable eyes.She ignored him, looked away, lifted the quilt and lay back to sleep.On the second morning, when she woke up, Matthew was gone. She went to the bathroom to wash her face, but when she came out, she found Jeremy.\"Simona.\"She stood three or four meters away from her and looked at her with a frown. It seemed that she was not satisfied with her current image.She wanted to laugh, but finally found that she could not smile. She could only say in a low voice, \"Why are you here?\"As soon as she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was hoarse and unclear. She didn\'t even know if Jeremy could really hear what she said.\"I\'m sorry, Simona.\"She thought Jeremy probably didn\'t hear what she said.There was a strange silence in the room. She walked to the bed and sat there, looking

When Maria called her, she had just finished dinner. Matthew was washing the tableware in the kitchen. She stood on the balcony with the phone bought by Matthew, looking at the trees on the first floor, which were blown by the wind.Her face was hurt by the wind, and even her temples were painful.\"Simona, I\'m tired.\"Maria\'s voice was full of tiredness, just as she said.She moved her finger slightly and said, \"Maria, I\'m also very tired.\"She was so tired that she didn\'t even know why she lived.On the other side, Maria was silent for a long time. After a while, she was the same Maria. She asked in a relaxed and happy tone, \"how are you recently?\"Simona believed that Maria must have sensed something. Every time something happened to her, Maria would call her and ask her what had happened.She had been married before, and now she was.She pursed her lips and tried to relax her tone. \"It\'s good. What about you and Boyce?\"\"Not bad.\"The two of them suddenly f

With a loud noise, Matthew ran downstairs. When he saw her sitting on the glass, his eyes narrowed. While talking on the phone, he ran to her and picked her up.\"Don\'t touch me. Get out. I want a divorce. Matthew, you are a devil. You are a murderer. I want a divorce!\"She struggled hard and waved her hand to refuse his approach. The glass stabbed into her legs as she moved, but she turned a blind eye to it. She just didn\'t want Matthew to get close.\"Divorce! I want a divorce! I want a divorce!\"Simona hadn\'t eaten anything the whole day. After such a big commotion, she had no strength to move anymore. She muttered a few words. Matthew held her in his arms, and she had no strength to struggle anymore.The palm of her hand was full of blood. The glass was inserted in it, and the back of her hand was also cut long by the glass. The blood was very frightening.She looked at him, sneered, turned around and bit hard on his arm.The blood spread out and her mouth was full of t

The wind blew up the hemline of her dress, as if she was in a dream. When it was raised, half of her body was blocked.All of a sudden, she felt a little tired. Sitting on the railing, she could see people coming and going on the twenty-eight floor, as small as ants.The iron door was suddenly opened. She didn\'t know when so many people appeared. She shook her hand and almost fell down before she could hold it firmly.Looking at the small crowd below, Simona couldn\'t help smiling.\"Mrs Tyrone, calm down.\"The psychologist standing on the rooftop looked at her carefully, afraid that she would jump down if she was excited.Mrs Tyrone?These three words made Simona frown unhappily. \"Mrs Tyrone? Who are you calling? I\'m Simona. I\'m bright and smart.\"Looking at the nervous faces of the people in front of her, Simona felt amused. Everyone knew that if she hadn\'t been called \"Mrs Tyrone\", they wouldn\'t have had the mood to care whether she would jump or not.The wind on