LM0042 In the Moonlight

Nancy. It was always Nancy.

Mizuki shook her head. Of course, it was easy to put all the blame on someone else. But she was well aware that, even though Nancy played a huge role in what had happened in the past, she would never have done that without Mizuki's acquiescence. She was the one who had believed the wrong person, condemned the wrong person, which had resulted in tragedy. Indirectly, Lizbeth and her child had died because of her. If she had not blindly made a decision without looking further into what had happened, if she had calmed down enough to think carefully before banishing Lizbeth from her life, they could have been saved.

But they could still be saved. After all, in this life, she had another chance to make things right. No, it wasn't just because of her guilt. Despite everything that had happened, she truly liked Lizbeth and her daughter. Besides, Lizbeth had been a genuinely good employee—the one who had encouraged Mizuki and cared for her like a mother in Singapore, especially since her own mother was on another continent and Pablo was busy managing the company.

"That's right…"

She was going to Singapore. That was where she needed to go—not just to clear her head, but to stay away from her parents while she struggled to control her emotions. She didn't want to have another outburst like the one she had earlier.

After all, regardless of how fake their marriage was, they were genuinely good parents—though sometimes overbearing, like her mother had been about her rejection of Pablo. But in other aspects, they had always looked out for her; they had been there for her.

In her past life, her mother had told her that, despite his affair, her father had been a good parent, and she could not deny that. No one was completely stainless. People made mistakes—yet despite everything, Mizuki could not fault them for being bad parents to her.

Besides, the choices they made in their relationship were none of her business. She might not approve of them, but she had no say in them.

"I have to book a flight," she murmured, shifting on her bed to reach for her phone.

Around this time in her past life, she had still been basking in the afterglow of her sudden engagement to Pablo, a young man she had admittedly harbored a small crush on. The two of them had attended several gatherings and events together—a subtle yet public declaration of their relationship, which had taken society by storm.

After all, the twenty-three-year-old heiress of Wolfe Group was set to marry the heir of the Rossi family, who was not only somewhat related to the Spanish royal family on his mother's side but also the son of a notable Italian tycoon.

Truth be told, she barely remembered what had happened back then. She only knew that she had been so busy—too busy—that before she knew it, months had passed, and she was walking down the aisle of a church to marry Pablo.

Her life had been too perfect, so much so that there were barely any truly memorable moments. It wasn't that nothing had happened, but rather that everything had unfolded exactly as expected. There had been no ups and downs—nothing that truly stood out—until that moment.

Of course, she would not forget her wedding day—or night.

Mizuki pursed her lips. Pablo had drunk so much that he passed out, spending their wedding night like Sleeping Beauty. She should have realized then and there that her groom was not interested in her—at least not physically.

Of course, they had intimacy, but unlike what she had seen in movies, theirs was more like the companionship of an old married couple, with barely any passion. In short, her sex life had been completely vanilla.

"I have to book a flight," she murmured, shifting on her bed to reach for her phone again. She was about to tap the screen when a thought crossed her mind. In this life, Pablo will have his Stella, and I'll have my... Her voice trailed off as an image of a sexy, bicolored-eyed singer flashed in her mind. It was the memory of K from her past life, the one she saw at the New Year Concert in Paris. She remembered how his gold and blue eyes, amplified by the LCD lights, smoldered as their gazes locked, making her shudder.

"Well, I'll find someone who's not so vanilla," she uttered, completing her earlier thought, but then added in her mind that she would refrain from overly hot people, as those types were accidents waiting to happen. She felt like she had no ability to handle them. She should stay away.

Speaking of which, she opened her phone to check something. What was that band again? Howl?

Mizuki typed the band name but was surprised when the search results came up with something else. Oh, there were still bands, but not the one she was specifically searching for. The result was an American sludge metal band from Rhode Island, formed in 2006. The band she was searching for was one that blended rock, pop-punk, and post-hardcore influences, with moments of intensity balanced by introspective, emotional ballads—and a bit of emo.

Mizuki snorted, remembering the crooning baritone of the 'wolf' searching for his love with those intense eyes.

What was that song again? Her lips parted as she began singing:

It's been a hundred years since the prophecy was told,

It says you will appear, to redeem my wretched soul.

I've been waiting here, with no plans to resist,

Hoping that you'd come home and make me whole again.

Oh, the loneliness creeps under the moonlight,

Sometimes I fear you're just a dream.

Oh, the emptiness swallows me up at night,

Hoping that somewhere out there, you'll hear me scream…

My heart cries for the last moon,

I yearn for you, I want to be with you soon.

Then again... She stopped, searching for the song In the Moonlight by typing parts of the lyrics, but her search came up empty again.

"Eh? Maybe they're not formed yet?" After all, when she died, they were still fairly new, like four or five years old. "Oh my…"

It meant that K was still an unknown man somewhere out there—an unknown sexy man with intense eyes. "But isn't he Japanese?" she frowned. "Then why are his eyes like that?"