Chapter 23

Francine’s POV

Realization and guilt had never hit me hard until now.

I guess it’s true then, that regret always waits at the end—not at the beginning.

Crying had been my breakfast, weeping had been my lunch, and sobbing was my dinner. Wailing and bawling in my room is enough to fill my empty heart as my midnight snack.

Wisdom is my first bestfriend. But it was lust who had torn me away from her, from her heart. I realized today that I never loved the men I have been with. It was only their body that I saw as my need and want, nothing more.

Being rich does not entirely bring you happiness. Even if I have a myriad of money, still, I haven’t yet found a man that will wholly show me what it is to have utter, pure happiness. Like how Mr. Giordano showed Wisdom.

I cannot hide the fact—and I wouldn’t deny either—that I am not jealous. I am envious of them two. For my bestfriend, who I once knew as the closest to a sister, is now in the sea of happiness together with her man.