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For six years, I had been Keith's betrothed. He lavished me with attention but never spoke of marriage. Gathering my nerve, I asked him to wed me at my birthday celebration, only for him to depart without a word. Later, someone captured an image of him embracing the girl from next door. He was irritated by my independent action and claimed I was being distrustful. Yet I later discovered him chuckling with his companions. "Zoey clings to me out of gratitude for her parents' life-saving deed. I believe I've settled that obligation after all this time." With a pained smile

Disillusioned Love

I strode briskly ahead, with Keith stumbling behind me, mumbling to himself, "You're not being truthful. You have strong feelings for me, but you're acting like you don't!"


At the hotel, I reclined on the bed, realizing that expressing my disinterest in Keith wasn't as challenging as I had anticipated. Six years of fondness had become nothing more than disjointed recollections, scattered and shattered.


The following morning, I delivered the last of Keith's possessions he had entrusted to me to his workplace, handing them over to his assistant. It was a credit card I had never utilized, but it needed to be returned to someone he considered trustworthy.


As I stepped onto the street, a fast-moving sports car nearly collided with me. When I regained my footing, I noticed scrapes and blood on my arm and leg. Keith's assistant hurried over, visibly worried. "Miss Sherman, are you hurt? Should I accompany you to the hospital?"


Chapter 8