The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216: Painful Feeling

Her surroundings were covered by a layer of fog. Everything was hazy, and there were no colors, no shapes, only shadows flickering along with the cold moonlight streaming in from the window of her room.

For a long, long time, Oriana stared at the empty space in front of her, unmoving, unblinking, her breathing shallow, with only the sturdy door against her back keeping her on her feet. Faint sounds of sobbing reached her ears, and it took her several seconds to understand that those sounds were coming out from her own mouth.

Oriana was crying.

She did not even realize when she began crying.

Her hazel eyes, usually filled with youthful laughter and mischief, were now streaming with tears of sorrow and confusion. Her delicate face was framed by her long, tangled wet mess of hair, its disheveled state mirroring the disarray of her emotions.

It appeared that sometime after Imbert left, the brown fabric on her head loosened and part of her hair cascaded down over her shoulders. She attempted to dry her eyes and fix her headwrap, but as she did so, her shaking fingers failed to properly tuck all the strands in. She tried again and again and again, and in her frustration, all the tears she was holding back came rushing out once more, leaving her headwrap as it is.

With her back sliding along the closed door, she sat on the ground, curled like a ball, her body trembling with each sob.

As she wept, her chest hurt, and she could barely breathe.

It hurts...

It hurts so much... _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}

She had been strong, she had been trying to be strong all along, but today she could not find even a trace of strength within her. It was as if something inside her broke, despite not knowing what exactly she was crying for.

His mean words? The anger in his eyes? The disgust in his eyes when he said she stinks? Or that he walked away without even trying to help her, without even looking back at her?

Maybe, it was the fact he abandoned her. That in his eyes, she meant nothing to him.

A bitter painful chuckle escaped her trembling lips.

Shouldn’t that be obvious? She was nothing to Arlan. She was merely an attendant, one of his many replaceable servants, a commoner who was lucky enough to be favored by a prince.

Was she crying because she forgot her place? She had no right to cry. She should not feel this way. She meant nothing to him, the same way he meant nothing to her.

It was so obvious...but then, why did his actions hurt her?

Why was her heart aching this way?

What was she started to even expect from him? Just because that night they kissed and he probably don’t even remember it or don’t want to acknowledge it. Why did it hurt this much?

So many questions with no answer.

Her heart hurt so much she did not even want to think. She only wanted to cry. No, maybe it was better to not feel at all and be numb.

Yes, if only she could feel numb...

Though her body was drenched and cold, Oriana had no will to get up or do anything at all.