The night before my wedding, I stumbled upon his old chat logs with his friends. "I've never met anyone so easy to fool." "You know she comes from a single-parent home, right? She’s desperate for love." "So, all I have to do is be a little nice to her, and she throws herself at me." I used to believed he had saved me from the depths of despair, but in the end, he played me for a fool. I thought I’d found love, but in the end, my sincerity was worth less than dirt.
View MoreKeith was the one who hurt me.Keith was the one who deceived me.Keith was the one who toyed with me like it was all a game.But he was also the one who treated me well.The one who spoiled me recklessly, who carried me step by step through the empty streets that night.This hug felt different from all the others.He held me so tightly, like he never wanted to let go.I stared up at the moon, its light filtering through the shifting shadows of the trees.He let out a long sigh.The night wind curled gently around us.Even years later, I would still remember that night.Keith said he was letting Teresa go.But he held on so tightly.And beneath the moonlight, someone murmured—so soft, it felt like the wind could carry the words away."I really regret it, Teresa."…Years later.The Ronald Corporation’s annual gala was one of the biggest high-society gatherings of the year.I swirled the champagne in my glass, catching the movement of a few people approaching me out of the corner of my
"I'm not saying all this to make you pity me or to make you stay. I’m just… afraid I won’t get another chance to tell you. You still don’t want to marry me, do you?" I hadn’t expected him to bring it up first. It felt like a long time before I answered, and in that silence, he simply waited. For a fleeting moment, I wished he would get angry. If he did, at least I’d have a reason to tell myself he was never good to me in the first place. "Yeah." He didn’t seem surprised by my response. He nodded, then asked another question. This time, I understood that he had probably played out this conversation in his mind countless times before. "Where do you plan to live after leaving me? I know you won’t take the house or the car. But your mom remarried, didn’t she? And you told me you can’t stand your half-sister." "I have some savings. I can rent an apartment." "A shared place? How big? With whom?" "Do you really have to ask—" Keith just looked at me, silent and steady
The house was his gift to me.The car, too.Even my job was at a company that collaborated with his.His savings were probably several times mine.The man who always smiled at me so gently—who was he when I wasn’t looking?Had I already become the prey, trapped in a web he spun so subtly that I never even noticed?Was there nowhere left to run?Up ahead, Keith suddenly stopped in his tracks and clicked his tongue in irritation.…A girl in a pale yellow dress was walking toward us.I recognized her instantly—one of his childhood friends, someone he used to be especially close with.She was the same girl from that first time at the karaoke lounge, the one who asked Keith why I was so quiet.She had been looking down at her phone, completely absorbed, but the moment she saw us—or rather, the moment she saw him—she froze like she’d seen a ghost.Then, as if she couldn’t bear to be in his presence for even a second longer, she turned and hurried away."Not even going to say hello?"I watch
"Ah… K-Keith! You’re here too…"Howard’s reaction was almost comical.His face went pale so quickly it was as if someone had flicked a switch.I had no idea what was going on, but when I instinctively reached out to steady him, Keith yanked me back, gripping my wrist tightly."He’s fine," Keith said, his voice cold and flat."Y-Yeah! I’m fine… I should probably get going. Don’t want to interrupt you two…"And just like that, Howard bolted—faster than a rabbit.Keith didn’t slow down, tugging me along with quick, purposeful strides.His grip was so tight that my wrist started to ache.I winced. "Ow—"Only then did he finally let go."Keith, do you know Howard?”I looked up at him only to realize something was different.It had been a long time since I’d seen him like this.Keith was always smiling and wearing that casual, unreadable expression.But now, his eyes were black as a bottomless pit, carrying a kind of danger that made my stomach twist.His fingers, cold against my skin, brush
After dinner, Keith was waiting for me by the doorway. He said he wanted to go for a walk. "Since when do you like taking walks?" He leaned down, adjusting my scarf, his breath warm against my ear as he spoke. "Since the moment I started wanting to show you every beautiful thing I see." …Lately, especially after realizing I couldn’t leave, his gaze had changed. Something burned behind those eyes, something intense and consuming, like a tide threatening to pull me under if I wasn’t careful. I instinctively took a step back. He didn’t seem to mind. With practiced ease, he took my hand and slipped it into his coat pocket. …Tonight, the city’s old town district was hosting a light show. The streets were filled with people strolling after dinner, children clutching sticks of candied hawthorn as they ran past. One of them darted by, and I found myself watching them. Keith noticed and gently squeezed my hand. "Do you want one?" The street vendor was surrounded by
For the past few days, the sky over River City had been heavy with clouds, the kind that threatened rain but never followed through. The dull, overcast light filtered in through the window, casting the room in quiet, muted tones. Keith’s phone rang. He didn’t move away to answer it, just held me closer, keeping me within earshot of the entire conversation. It was one of his childhood friends, calling to invite him to game. "I’m with my wife.” As he spoke, his grip on my waist tightened slightly. "Come on, you can’t spare even a little time?" "Nope." His chin rested lightly against the top of my head. "Listen, man, sometimes you can’t just do everything your wife says," his friend joked, completely unaware I was right there. Keith lazily toyed with a strand of my hair, twirling it around his finger. When his friend realized persuasion wasn’t working, he let out a dramatic wail. "Keith, you’re not my buddy anymore. You’ve turned into a complete simp—" "I’ll sim
His voice was low and hoarse. "That night, I actually started feeling guilty. No matter what I did to you, you always found a way to make excuses for me."I told myself that after the fireworks, I’d break up with you." "Then why didn’t you?" I asked. "Because I fell for you." Such a simple, honest answer—yet so unbearably hollow. His hand rested at my waist, pulling me into his arms. For so many nights before this, our breaths had tangled together, and I had convinced myself that he had always loved me just as deeply. "I never wanted you to know. Everything I did in the past… I didn’t want you to find out. "I was terrified that once you knew, you wouldn’t be mine anymore. I think about it every day." "I’m just that kind of person. If I could’ve kept it from you forever, I would have. In the dark, it almost felt like he was speaking into my shoulder, his voice muffled and heavy. I stared at the faint light seeping through the window. My life had always been simpl
"You still remember that road? I think I was the one who carried you home that night.""Teresa, do you think you’ll be with someone else?""Teresa, I’ve been coming home late these past few days because I didn’t want to pass my cold to you.""Teresa, tell me… what am I supposed to do so I don’t lose you?""I want to marry you, Teresa."…"Can you shut up for a second?"At a red light, I finally lost my patience.Did he always talk this much when he was drunk? Or was it just the fever frying his brain?He looked like he was about to say something else, but before he could, my phone rang.The caller ID showed one of Keith’s coworkers."Hey, uh… is Keith home yet?""He drank a lot tonight, but he kept insisting on walking back. With how strong the wind is outside, I figured I should check—"I barely listened as I muttered a few quick responses, my attention shifting to the rearview mirror.Keith was watching me.His signature, deep-set eyes held the reflections of the city lights, dazzlin
Did he pull away from Kaylee’s embrace? I didn’t know.But she was no longer inside.She stood outside the door, gripping an umbrella awkwardly, staring at Keith in disbelief—just as I was.Without hesitation, he shut the door, the sound crisp and final.The sudden quiet made the distant patter of rain against the windows seem even louder.He still hadn’t let go of my hand.He quietly pulled me toward the bathroom, lips pressed into a thin line. He lifted me onto the sink counter, then grabbed a dry towel and wrapped it around my hair.His fingers, slightly cold, lingered at the strands, tangled in the damp mess.Then, resting his chin against the curve of my neck, he simply held me.A slow, weary sigh left his lips."Teresa, I told you before, no matter how you treat me, I don’t mind."His voice was low, husky, carrying the weight of the rain that still clung to us."But why do you always treat yourself like this?"He was just as soaked as I was, his body hardly warm, but his breath,
When Keith Walton got home, he didn’t see me in the living room.So, he went upstairs.I had only turned on the warm bedside lamp in the bedroom. Shrinking into the flickering light, I crossed my arms and waited for him.I didn’t want him to notice that I was crying. That would make me lose the upper hand.He wrapped his arms around me from behind, pressing a kiss against my neck.There was a faint scent of lemon candy on him, and I couldn’t help but wonder—was he out messing around the night before our wedding too? Otherwise, where would such a sweet smell come from?I shoved him away abruptly.Under the dim light, his eyes flickered with unreadable shadows. He simply raised a brow."Dear?" His fingertip brushed against the corner of my eye, grazing my skin like a spark."You’ve been crying?"I hated how sharp he was, how he always seemed to read me so effortlessly just like how he toyed with me all along using this very skill."Keith, let’s not get married.”He stared at me, stu...
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