Chapter 7

The young man's voice stammered, but his eyes seemed to hold all the stars in the sky, shining with an intensity that was almost frightening.

As if possessed, I nodded.

But his first-ever match ended in defeat.

When I found him backstage, Zoran's face was covered in bruises, his eyes red and swollen. I thought he might be injured somewhere, but then he opened his mouth, looking utterly pitiful.

"Faye, I didn't win. Does that mean you won't agree to be my girlfriend?"

That day, I looked straight into Zoran's tear-filled eyes and spoke with unwavering determination.

"It's Zoran I like, not a champion."

From that day on, my life revolved around not just boxing, but Zoran too.

So how could I forget? My wish had always been to marry Zoran, to become his wife.

But the man standing before me now wasn't the same nervous boy who had confessed his feelings back then.

Over the long years, he had forgotten his original intention, no longer resembling his former self.