Chapter 3

"Damien, I sent you the wrong address. Are you already here?"

Her voice was filled with guilt and panic, as if she was afraid I'd discover something.

I felt my stomach churning, unable to stop myself from vomiting.

Myra heard and stumbled to her feet, asking with concern:

"Damien, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick? Where are you? I'll come find you."

She had just put on her clothes when I managed to stand up, my eyes locked in a stare with Soren.

"I'm fine. I didn't go there. I stayed at a hotel for the night."

Myra sighed in relief, but before she could speak, Soren pulled her back into his arms.

Her voice was filled with desire as she tried to control herself:

"Contact me if you need anything. I have to deal with something now."

A new round began, and I felt dizzy, turning away in a daze.

Having been disconnected from society for too long, I stayed in the hotel for several days without going out.

Myra had completely forgotten about me and was happily shooting lingerie ads with Soren as a couple.

Everyone called it sweet. She had forgotten that we hadn't broken up yet. She thought I would always be waiting for her in the same place.

To get news about my sister, I had no choice but to make myself presentable and go to Myra's training facility. As the cameras flashed upon entering, Myra kissed Soren's lips amidst the crowd's cheers.

In that moment, I desperately wanted to step forward and confront them, but I was too cowardly to take that step.

"Myra, is this the sparring partner you found for us? Looks decent, but can he handle it?"

Someone nearby noticed me, a stranger, assuming I was there to spar. Without warning, they dragged me onto the platform.

Myra laughed nervously, winking at me with a guilty voice:

"Yes, yes, this is the sparring partner I found for you. You can hit him however you want, he can take it."

"Let me do it. This little brother looks too weak. I can handle it, and I could use the exercise anyway."

Soren smiled warmly, speaking up to rescue me.

Myra stared at him sternly, blurting out:

"No way, your hands are for painting. We can't risk them. Let him do it."

I looked at my injured arm, my eyes revealing sadness as bitterness spread through my heart.

Thrown into the ring without any warning, I immediately took a punch to the face.

I could only block with my other hand, my already weakened body becoming even more fragile from the beating.

Unable to fight back, I could only endure silently. Myra didn't even glance my way. Instead, she covered Soren's eyes, shielding him from the gruesome scene.