Affected

But I didn't get a reply. Instead, I heard the loud purring of his car's engine before it vanished all at once.

"F*ck!" I screamed and pulled my own hair in anger. "F*ck, f*ck, f*ck." But then the loud screams and shouts receded to a little pained sobs.

I sat down on the tiled floor of the kitchen, the wine bottle pressed between my lips. I drank and drank everything until I almost choked myself to death.

"Madam." Betty suddenly appeared out of nowhere, carrying a towel. She wiped my face then pulled me up and sat me down in the bar stool of the kitchen's countertop. "Here, drink this," she said as she handed me a glass of water.

"Betty..." I cried and drank the glass of water.

"Why is my life like this? What did I ever do to deserve this pain?"

Betty gazed at me pitifully. She raised her hand, as though attempting to touch me, but hesitated. "All you ever did is to love unconditionally, ma'am."

I cried even harder. "Then why... why does it hurt so much?"

"Because that's what love