- 5.
As I passed a high–end steakhouse, I glanced
through the window and saw them. Declan
and Noelle, sitting at a table by the glass.
Noelle was in a white dress. Declan wore a
suit.
They looked like a picture–perfect couple.
The way Declan looked at Noelle… it was so
く
I froze, feeling like a statue.
Only the trembling of my hands at my sides
betrayed the storm inside me.
This scene… I’d dreamed of it so many times.
I always imagined being rich, having a good
life with Declan.
I looked down at my own shabby clothes, my
beat–up luggage.
Suddenly, I felt like such a fool.
My fists clenched. I couldn’t stop myself. I
stormed into the restaurant.
I needed to confront Declan, to ask him if he
felt even a shred of quilt.
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But just as I stepped inside, a bald–headed
man grabbed my arm.
He leered. “Well, hello there, gorgeous.
Looking for someone? Need some help?”
I tried to pull away, but his grip was like iron.
“Let go of me!”
He only got bolder, his hand groping my ass.
I screamed, terrified. Declan looked over.
“Declan, help me!” I cried out.
Once, a long time ago, some creep had
bothered me, and Declan had immediately
jumped in, ready to fight.
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He’d yelled, “That’s my wife, don’t you dare
touch her!”
But now? He just sat there, calmly cutting
Noelle’s steak.
