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On the hotel terrace, he finally caught up to me.
I lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and blew the smoke in his face.
“Sophia,” he frowned, “put that out. I never allowed you to smoke.”
I chuckled.
“Mr. Tom, you’re no longer in a position to allow anything.”
“Didn’t you say you still had a lot to say? Go ahead. I’m listening.”
He looked at me, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.
“What I said on stage—it’s all true.”
“I thought you were just throwing a tantrum. I didn’t expect you to be serious.”
“When you didn’t come home that second night, I went crazy looking for you.”
“I realized—I really can’t live without you.”
“After five years... can you really be this heartless?”
I flicked the ash from my cigarette.
“It’s over, Tom.”
He stepped closer and whispered,
“After we moved into that house, I recorded every moment we shared, every night and day.”
“No man could bear to see you with someone else. In this life, you belong to me.”
He opened his arms like he expected a reunion.
I pushed him back with a single finger.
“Mr. Tom, when was the last time you even opened that USB drive?”
His face froze.
“Y-You... You knew?”
I patted his shoulder.
“You really haven’t changed. So conceited.”
“You didn’t even check your SC folder until two months before your exhibit opened.”
His face went pale.
Then—
A dark figure burst out from the doorway and hit him hard.
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