Arabella was lying on her back in the room, tears flowing down the corners of her eyes, she felt that she could not hold on any longer, she wanted to jump from the balcony now if she could leave everything behind, but she knew she could not.
Once the love and affection for Ezra, because of his torture of her these days little by little disappeared, her heart only resentment, to Ezra, but also to her own, she hated she was too stupid and naive, hated her wrong person, hated now she watched her family suffer but could not do anything about it, but she could not do anything about it.
What else could be done? Arabella asked herself, burying her head in her lap, there was really nothing she could do now.
I thought that if I went to Emma's dinner party on Saturday, I would have a chance to me
