Dont marry her please

**Chapter 77**

"Are you ready to talk?" I asked, handing him a pair of gloves. His eyes were dark, unreadable, as he took them from me.

The other girl wasn't here today, so I made my way to him. The air in the dojo was heavy with the scent of sweat and determination, a stark contrast to the tension between us.

"There's nothing to talk about," he said, his voice cold and distant.

"I'm getting married soon…"

"What do you mean?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I mean, I found a wife, Elizah. And I'm getting married."

"I see... Are you trying to tell me something?" My voice wavered despite my efforts to stay calm.

"I don't have feelings for you in this life, Elizah, not in the slightest. I just simply cannot be with you. Things are different."

His words cut deep, and before I could stop myself, I slapped him. The sound echoed in the empty dojo, a sharp reminder of our broken past.