For three years, he had waited for her, believed in her. Then, just like that, she had moved on—to this stranger who now kissed her like he had always owned her.
But wait, he thought.
Had she lied to him?
Had she already been seeing this man behind his back? So all this while she had a secret boyfriend and was pretending?
The thought made his blood boil.
He had convinced himself that rejecting her was the right thing to do, that she was nothing but a witch, someone who looked innocent but in reality, was evil. But now, watching her like this, he wasn’t so sure. Maybe he made a mistake. Perhaps he shouldn't have rejected her like that. At least not in such an embarrassing manner. He must have made a huge mistake.
Because she looked happy.
Genuinely, effortlessly happy.
And the man
