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I left the nightclub, wobbling on my feet.

It was cold in Boston in December, and I began to shiver very violently.

Maybe I was in a bad state, and a passerby came up to me: "Are you okay? Do you need any assistance?”

Maybe I had too much to drink. I thought he had a strange look.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Nathan's face.

Under the influence of alcohol, I lost my mind: "Nathan!"

I lunged at him, weeping. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me!"

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I repeatedly apologized.

"Nathan" embraced me, his hand moving in comforting circles on my back.

"Emma, I've been longing to see you."

His caress was tender, his words gentle.

Suddenly, Nathan shook me off. "I didn't know you were today, Emma. A woman who would do anything for money. What makes you think I'll ever forgive you?"

I couldn't control my mind and just kept shaking my head in despair: "No, it's not like that at all..."

"Nathan, see—I still have our ring."”