116 - Farcical Love

"Matthias ... What are you talking about? That's not what Frederick came here for. He came to see me to set things straight between you and me," I said, still trying not to scream hysterically. Despite his words that made me feel like I was being torn apart from the inside.

"I know," he added. He glanced at me with a bitter smile, then turned back to face his best friend. His gentle gaze made me think of nothing but suspicion.

The thing I was afraid of happened. He took off our engagement ring and gave that circular gold to Frederick.

"I think Isabelle would be happier with you, mate," he said, taking the ring in his hand even though Frederick was faced with a big question mark.

"No." Frederick refused to take the gold ring in his hand and threw it back in one go. "I don't like the way you give up like this. If you had intended to waste Isabelle's love from the start, why didn't you reject her when I first wrote that letter? Now, the rice has become porridge. You already have a child,