"I refused to be deceived again!"

Through the rearview mirror, Kimsmeth could see that the afternoon sun was giving more color to Mila's tan skin. The warmth of the sun that brought liveliness to Mila's tan skin and her long silky black hair couldn't reach her heart to give life to her dying despondent heart.

Mila gives off her unmatched exotic beauty as always, but instead of the usual intimidating aura she gives, all Kimsmeth could see was a vulnerable woman weeping and heart broken.

Tears flowed down into Mila's eyes like a river, without stopping and without a sound. The bustling noise of the city was not enough to ease the silence inside the car. Kimsmeth feels like he was suffocated due to the silence. He wished to turn the radio on, but Mila's eyes looked at him piercingly.

"Why do you have to create me like this?"

Mila's croaky voice echos inside Kimsmeth's head as her question was easy to answer but hard to say out loud.

The question of why was easy.