Lydia went in a cab, she was silently crying inside. Her heart ached so much, she couldn't stop herself from breaking down in the car.
Was Carson still going around with women? Flirting around like he used to? She thought he had changed since he now come home. He is responsible, and she had never seen a reason to regret ever dating him.
When traffic caught up with them, the driver noticed it and asked her questions.
“Ma'am, are you alright? Do you need me to help you with anything?” the man asked, kindly.
Lydia sniffed and shook her head; “I'm alright, there is nothing you or anyone can do for me.”
The driver nodded and left her alone. Lydia kept crying and when her phone rang, she switched it off. She didn't want to talk to anyone, especially Carson.
She wondered if she would be able to concentrate at work. Indeed, all men are just the same. They could coax with sweet words, making one fall for them only to be left and abandoned.
To her, she had been betrayed in the worst way p
