Joyce was unaware of what Natalie was planning. “Nat, do you have some tissue?”

“Here.” Natalie rummaged through her pure platinum purse and handed the entire packet to Joyce.

“Thanks,” she sniffled as she extracted a piece to dry her tears. “Nat, I've decided to give up,” she murmured, keeping her eyes fixed on her feet.

Natalie gaped at her. “Give up on your feelings toward Stanley?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Joyce took a deep breath, willing herself to suppress the inevitable tears by forcing a smile. “Because I'm tired. I've loved him for over ten years, and where has that gotten me? A bruised and battered soul with not much dignity left. I don't think I can hold on any longer.”

Joyce spun around suddenly, gazing deep into Natalie's eyes with her own bloodshot ones. “I can see it clearly now. Stanley would rather be with any other woman than me. He will never love me. That is why I'm giving up on him.”

Natalie opened her mouth intending to offer words of advice, but she could come up with none.

It was certainly a pity for Joyce to give up on Stanley after loving him for so many years.

Joyce were to continue hanging on, it would just be waiting in vain. For all she knew, Stanley might

Joyce's youth would just slip by, clinging

it would be wiser to remain

path. However, the choice to let go might

made up your mind?” Natalie

shimmered brightly for an instant. After a second or two, she gave a resolute nod. “Yes,

the fantasy of being

and find one who is even better than Stanley who will

leaped to her feet and raised a glass of champagne. Natalie's sense of foreboding

her, Joyce gulped down

she had emptied her drink, Joyce's face grew

stood up and quickly

Joyce from a lounge on the second floor. His expressionless face

a glass of wine. “Stanley. That's

smile. “Mr. Peter, you're a humorous man.

the man

the same name. Excuse me, but it's getting late. See

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