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Twelve years ago, I was stabbed by one of Zoran's admirers, leaving me unable to bear children for life.
Zoran knelt by my hospital bed, crying as he vowed to love me with his life forever.
"Fallon, I'm already thankful to heaven that you survived..."
"From now on, I will never let anyone hurt you again."
Twelve years later, Zoran pinned that former admirer beneath him:
"Aria, will you have a child with me?"
I laughed bitterly at myself, went home and trashed Zoran's bedroom, accidentally discovering his old diary.
In anger, I wrote: "Zoran! I hate you!"
Unexpectedly, a sentence appeared out of thin air: "Who are you? I don't care who hates me except Fallon."
For a moment, I forgot my fear and wrote stroke by stroke: "I am Fallon."

My Tears, Your Trophy

She rushed at me like a madwoman, and I grabbed what was in my hand, ready to strike back.


Zoran's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with anger.


Zoran anxiously crouched down, wanting to wipe the blood from my forehead.


My best friend stood in front of me, coldly rebuking him.


"Zoran, I remember clearly that you two are already divorced."


Zoran pressed his lips together in silence, his face somewhat embarrassed.


After a moment, he stood up straight again, giving Aria a cold glance.


"Aria, you're being ridiculous! Come back with me now."


Aria, her wrist gripped by him, instantly became docile.


"Zoran, I was just so angry. Fallon, she..."


Zoran frowned, impatiently interrupting her.


"Shut up! It's all my fault for not keeping a better eye on you. Fallon, I'll take you to the hospital right away."


He reached out again, trying to touch my face.


Chapter 8