Mina stared at Ella in confusion. "How do you know I love Mr. Charlie?"
Ella leaned lazily against the sofa back, her posture slightly stiff. "If you didn't love him, why would you stay with him? You're jealous of me, aren't you?"
Mina bit her lip awkwardly. "I'm his girlfriend. I know Charlie loves to have fun, and he changes girlfriends frequently… but I love his charming, bad-boy side."
Such is the folly of infatuation. No matter how flawed or toxic a man may be, love is love, and for a time, it is beyond reason or control.
Ella pressed her lips together. "Are you afraid he'll fall for me? Or… that he'll leave you because of me?"
A trace of anger flashed in Mina's eyes. "Of course I'm afraid! But if it's not you, there will be other women! He… he just loves to play around. He says it's his freedom to do so before marriage."
What a pitiful, tragic girl.