Chapter 9

A reporter asked me during an interview, "Is there anything you'd like to say to your ex-boyfriend, Dane?"

I just shook my head gently, "There's nothing to say."

That man now lives in a run-down rental in the slums.

Every day he drowns his sorrows in alcohol, licking his wounds alone. I heard he tried to kill himself. When the landlord found him, he was already unconscious. They rushed him to the ER to pump his stomach, barely saving his life.

"Mr. Channing, do you know Flora almost died by your hand last year? Can you handle the karma you're facing now?" Some paparazzi caught him squatting on the street, crying his eyes out.

As for me, I've long since stopped shedding tears for him.

Life has given me a second chance. With Melody by my side, I've found myself again, and my career is soaring.

Although I've forever lost the ability to feel joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, at least I've learned to protect myself and no longer give blindly.