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I was becoming more and more comfortable with work.
Dad gradually began handing over responsibilities, letting me make decisions for the company.
I happily threw myself into the grind.
Tom didn’t appear again.
I thought my life had finally returned to peace.
Until one night, at a charity gala, I saw him again.
He stood on stage—this time no longer broken or disheveled.
He presented a sculpture with my name engraved on it.
Unlike the previous one, this piece was a recreation of the first photo we ever took together.
Except, in place of himself, he inserted a shattered heart—pierced by Cupid’s arrow.
He spoke gently, his tone full of nostalgia.
“This is the story of me and my muse. I made mistakes and she left me.”
“Those were the darkest days of my life. But now, I’ve come through it.”
“Tom lives for Sophia.”
“Miss Su, may I have the honor of meeting you again?”
Spotlights swung toward me.
Everyone turned to look, the crowd gasping and whispering.
People who didn’t know the truth began to cheer, moved by what looked like a heartfelt, romantic gesture.
Tom really did know the old me well.
If this had happened two months ago, I would’ve run up and kissed him.
But now, that past felt like it belonged to another life.
To me, he was a stranger.
I smiled politely and said, “I’m sorry.”
Then I turned and walked off stage.
His smile froze. Then he chased after me.
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