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The impact wasn't severe, but Preston remained motionless, as if turned to stone.

Is it truly possible to move past seven years of affection? Can one really do that?

Did I... perhaps never truly care for him?

That couldn't be accurate. Everyone who observed us—acquaintances, workmates, even our old friends—would remark, "Wow, Olivia is absolutely smitten with Preston!"

Preston believed it too. He was certain I'd remain by his side as long as he avoided mentioning separation. He used to exude such self-assurance.

I imagine the slap shattered that confidence.

Dazed, I turned to Colton, softly inquiring about his face. I noticed him from the corner of my eye, gently squeezing my hand, asking if my palm was sore.

Preston's hands balled into fists, his eyes red with rage. He burst out, shouting, "Olivia! I'm the one you've cherished for seven years! How could you betray me for someone you barely know?!"

His outburst actually made me chuckle. I couldn't help it.