SHE IS MINE

Evans's heart was in agony. His innermost being churned together, deeply afflicted.

He opened his mouth, emitting a hoarse voice, "What are you doing here?"

"We... we weren't doing anything."

Marigold's face flushed crimson, hastily clutching her robe tightly, and swiftly retreated to her room.

Click. The door closed shut.

Evans clenched his fists tightly, afraid that he might lose control. He struck the man, who approached him with an air of arrogance, squarely in the face with a punch.

"Well, well, if it isn't the ex-boyfriend. Evans, you see, she chose me."

Brian halted in front of Evans, running his fingers through the damp, disheveled locks on his forehead, exuding an air of arrogance.

"The one who's out of the game is you, Evans."

Thud! His fist struck the wall, causing the aging walls of the house to tremble.