She stood there, not moving a step, while he remained in place, gazing deeply at her. It was as if he wanted to make up for all the longing of the past days, but was it really longing? Would he still think of her?
The door beside them gently opened, and a familiar figure stepped out—Genevieve Monroe.
Her good friend, her former sister-in-arms, approached him with a smile, linking her arm with his and whispering something in his ear… Then, suddenly noticing his expression, she turned her head and saw Cherwin, her eyes widening in shock and fear.
Cherwin slowly closed her eyes. No, none of this was real… it couldn't be real…
When she opened her eyes again, the people were still there. Cherwin knew it wasn't a dream; it was an undeniable fact. Her sister, who had once shared a bed with her, was now with the man she had deeply loved. They had both betrayed her…
The thermos in Cherwin's hand fell to the ground, and without looking back, she ran out…
