The window was lowered halfway and Mason’s arrogant face could be seen. He wore a black and white suit, as though he had attended a formal function. He looked very relaxed, which made Zoe look worse in comparison.

They locked gazes silently on the rainy night. Zoe’s lips were trembling from the cold. She wrapped her hands around her violin tightly as if it were the last glimmer of hope in her otherwise bleak life.

It was clear Mason was giving her an opportunity. All she had to do now was to yield and get in his car. Then, she would get a clean towel and a cup of hot water. She would not need to perform in a supermarket tomorrow morning. She could sleep on the grand, soft bed until she woke up. She could be his wife again.

However, she did not want that!

Zoe stood in the rain and looked at him wordlessly. The rain got heavier. It dripped on their eyelids and blurred their visions. After about a minute, Zoe shielded her head with a hand and started running in the rain.

She ran and