THALINA’S POV
I followed Greg’s back with a heavy heart before I stared at my clasped hands on my lap. Sighing, I moved to get up when something stole my attention. On the floor is a man’s wallet. Greg must have dropped it before leaving.
I stooped over to take it only to freeze mid-air when something fell from it.
A photo.
I looked at the door first before taking it and flipping it over to see the picture. And I wish that I hadn’t.
“She’s so pretty,” I uttered when I stared at the face of a woman smiling back at me. She looked so regal and elegant in his sundress that I felt small as a person.
“Of course, he already has a woman in his heart. I wonder why he is here with me and not with this beautiful woman.”
Something inside me smacked me hard on the chest. What is this foreign emo
