It was a coincidence that they met at the bar. When Millie returned to her seat, Winston had finished all the wine. He had drunk quite a bit.
Millie wanted to leave, putting her jacket on, but Winston grabbed her arm. The bar was dimly lit. She stood next to him while he sat. One was frowning, and the other smiled wryly.
"Am I just a stranger to you? I'm not even a friend? Millie, thanks for showing me how ruthless women can be," Winston said, looking up at Millie.
Millie laughed, questioning if she was really ruthless. She felt compelled to tell Winston that his actions back then were even more ruthless.
"You never respected me when you were with Joanna. I still remember the moment you held her hand in front of so many people and declared that I meant nothing to you. You said you'd go to her if you had problems."
She continued, "Have you ever reflected on how ruthless you were? Did you ever think about showing me any respect?"
Millie could spend three days and nights discussing
