ManyWriters

To help his childhood sweetheart win an award, my fiancé locked claustrophobic me in a tiny, dark basement for a day and night.
I trembled and cried helplessly in fear, while his childhood sweetheart basked in the spotlight on stage with my work.
He once promised me forever, but now he shields her behind him.
"You've lost your edge, Mr. Langdon. Wouldn't you rather be a leisurely housewife? Why do you have to compete with Aria for everything?"
I laughed bitterly, my eyes sweeping over the trophy in his hands. I didn't tell him.
The mastermind behind this competition was none other than myself.

Claustrophobic Me Locked In the Closet

"You don't need to be so smug. The winner of the biennial exhibition is still uncertain." In an unnoticed corner, Aria suddenly turned her head and glared at me fiercely, leaving these words before quickly running away.


I followed behind, getting into the car without changing my expression.


On the road, the three of us looked at each other, unable to speak for a moment.


I glanced at Wylie, who seemed a bit awkward, and broke the silence first.


"Wylie, do you know anything about sculpture?"


Wylie was taken aback: "Why are you suddenly asking about this? Don't you know me? I've never been interested in these things. If it weren't for you liking it, I wouldn't even try to understand it."


Beside us, Aria, hearing Wylie's declaration of loyalty to me, was nearly tearing her glittering gown with her hands.


I didn't care: "Then what do you think... of my mom's work?"


Chapter 9