Anna's POV

I stare at his retreating figure before shifting my gaze to Pamela who is silently looking at me. 

I move back to where we were seated and bury my head in my palms. I don't know why I am feeling this way towards Tony but I am damn hurt by the disgusted look on his face. He is making me feel cheap and worthless.

"Anna", Pamela is back beside me. She touches my shoulder, waiting for me to raise my head. She thinks I am crying but I am not. 

I want to cry but no tears are coming. I am tired of crying. I am tired of...