After Rina hastily exited, she hurriedly made her way outside, but she hadn't gotten far when a sharp pain shot through her previously injured leg, causing her to slow down significantly in her steps.
As she walked along the path, her heart felt burdened, her footsteps weighed down not only by the pain in her aching feet but also by the anguish that had settled in her chest.
The painful incident she had witnessed—the bitter kiss exchanged between Victor and Helena—loomed over her thoughts like a dark cloud.
She, the wife, couldn't help but feel out of place in this setting, as if she didn't belong. The gravity of the moment compelled her to withdraw from the unfolding situation.
Her tears continued to flow, despite her futile attempts to wipe them away with her trembling hands.
She clung tightly to her cell phone and wallet as she walked towards where her car was parked.
The ten-minute walk from earlier had been reduced to just five.
