Rebecca walked alone to the parking lot. Her shadow cast a lengthy silhouette in the light.
She pulled out her car keys, unlocked the car, and was about to open the door when a nonchalant voice came from the side.
"It seems like your husband just gave another woman a ride home, didn't he?"
Rebecca froze, turning towards the voice.
Strong and tall, a man was idly slouched against the car, a cigarette smoldering between his lips.
His face was obscured by the shadow of his collar, and the hem of his black trench coat fluttered lightly in the wind, giving him a mysterious and desolate vibe.
The pungent smell of the cigarette made Rebecca wrinkle her nose.
"Did you come all the way here to mock me? To remind me that I'm a pitiful woman abandoned by her husband?"
Noticing her expression,
