129. A murderer

129.

Vera's POV.

My heart has never been this broken before. It feels like it's about to pop out of my chest. I'm losing my breath and strength is leaving my body fast.

Sitting in the subway station on this frosty night, I sob relentlessly. I can't stop the rivulet or tears. I can't stop replaying the scene that occurred before me four hours ago.

I've been sitting here for two hours and I've missed the first train that swung by. I can't bring myself to move.

All I feel is heartache.

David…after all he said to me, he still chose her in the end, why?

Indeed, I'm never and I'll never be enough for him.

After all, he is what he's rumored to be. A womanizer.

I guess I was too blindly in love with him to realize I'd end up like his ex-wives.

Too bad now, I'm carrying his child.

I chuckle bitterly at the situation I'm in. I feel like it's a blessed-cursed situation.

I'm blessed because I have a baby made out of my love for a man. But cursed because even before the baby could come