Jennie Wilson POV

Each and everyone of them wanted tears, and my vision was blurring with vicious laughters and whispers, breaking me completely. 

Once again, I was humiliated. Once again, I was the one who got hurt, and nobody, absolutely nobody cared. 

This was the 1st sem of my college life, and I was already bullied. I was already a victim. I hated this. I looked at Vincent, so hurt because it was him who did this. 

My heart ached as I stared at him through my tears and he cared no less, walking out freely as if he had no single hint of regret or remorse. 

One of the...