In the Resthouse Of Davina, a dead silence passed between them after Jessie spatted those words with her back facing Shanz. She could hear him taking heavy breath right behind her neckline. As if he was stabbed by a powerful knife, he stopped talking at once. Nothing can be more painful than hearing words of distrust from the person that you love wholeheartedly. Shanz was feeling the same bitterness at that moment. Until now, he never realized that he had stooped so low in her eyes that he would force himself to the woman that he loved dearly.
Shanz swallowed down his bitter feelings and released her wrists before backing off. No one tried to attempt another round of fight. Both stayed in same place and Shanz's eyes were always on her back. He had nothing to retort against her words. The tree of hatred had grown up with an unbelievable height and there was no turning back.
