Erica's POV

It seemed like it was fate. As soon as I left the mansion, a taxi drove by and I flagged him down.

He stopped right in front of me and I hurriedly got in.

“Elite Avenue."

He gave a single nod and sped away.

The light zooming of the taxi was enough to cover the silent tears that I cried on the way. My eyes stung and my body felt irritated and angry and loved at the same time.

I didn't understand the cocktail of emotions that I was feeling. I felt miserable inside.

More tears streamed down my face. If anything, I was thankful that they didn't...