Chapter 10

Anna’s POV

I stare at his retreating figure before shifting my gaze to Pamela who is silently looking at me.

I move back to where we were seated and bury my head in my palms. I don’t know why I am feeling this way toward Tony, but I am damn hurt by the disgusted look on his face. He is making me feel cheap and worthless.

“Anna,” Pamela is back beside me. She touches my shoulder, waiting for me to raise my head. She thinks I am crying, but I am not.

I want to cry, but no tears are coming. I am tired of crying. I am tired of all the problems showcasing its ugly face. I am fed up with everything. I feel like ending everything. Just a single mistake of mine is bringing me nothing but shame.

“Anna?” She calls again.

“Did you see the way he looked at me?” I lift my head to ask her.

“It doesn’t matter,” she shakes her head.

“What?” I exclaim. “It doesn’t matter? He is going to tell everyone, he won’t like me again,” I half-yell.

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