After Mr. L comes Mr. MUpdated at Jan 12, 2025, 14:30
I searched his face, hoping to find some hint of remorse or uncertainty, but there was none. His expression was arrogant, self-assured, and it sent a shiver down my spine.My mind reeled, struggling to process the venom in his words. I tried to speak, but my lips felt heavy, as if weighed down by the crushing weight of his betrayal. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but one phrase managed to escape my lips: "Oh, really?"With a steady hand, I pulled out the gift I had brought for them, a box now transformed into a symbol of my defiance. On its surface, I had scrawled a message in bold, angry letters:"YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT ME, AND YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THIS. THAT'S A PROMISE."As I handed it to them, our eyes locked in a fierce, unspoken challenge. For a moment, the room around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, bound together by a toxic web of hurt and anger.Then, with a fierce determination, I turned on my heel and stormed out of the reception, leaving behind the wreckage of our shattered relationship.