I looked up to Vincent, tears filling my eyes and rolling in slow rhythms down my eyes. I gave a low, shaky breath, my eyes darting between his, my chest lightly heaving as I watched him. He met my eyes too, and for a while, something stronger than the hate he had for me passed in his eyes. I saw it, and I knew he felt it. His face softened for a split second before he immediately moved away from me, a cuss leaving his lips.
I closed my eyes as he grabbed my untouched glass of wine and hauled it across to the wall that held the collage of pictures. It shattered noisily, and I flinched, my lips quivering. I wasn't sure what I was crying for. The fact that I knew I was inevitably going to get auctioned or that Mariana had gone as far as having some other man impregnate her just to steal Tyl
