Simona suddenly felt a surge of anger. "Stephen, you're so annoying! You're such a nuisance!"
"Simona!" Stephen exclaimed in shock. What was going on with her?
Simona stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixed on him in confusion. For a brief moment, she couldn't understand why she was seeing him. Weren't they supposed to be over?
Then it hit her—they had patched things up. But still…
The thought nagged at her—how had she managed to convince herself that Stephen was innocent in all of this?
"Stephen, stay away from me. These past few days, I must have been blinded. How could I have gotten back together with you? Don't come after me anymore. I don't want to see you," Simona said.
The words tumbled out before she could stop them, a surge of pent-up emotions spilling free. But as soon as she finished, she felt lighter, as though a suffocating weight had been lifted from her chest.
She could no longer deny the truth—Stephen was a liar.
Stephen stood frozen in disbelief. Something wasn't right. Simona seemed completely different—her rejection was palpable, her eyes filled with disdain, just as they had been during their breakup.
"Simona? What's happening? Is it because I made the plans without asking you first? Or because I insisted on this trip? If it's about that, we can talk. I never meant to upset you," Stephen stammered, his voice faltering.
Simona looked at him, her gaze hardening. But as his humble demeanor sank in, a sharp pain shot through her head, and two opposing voices in her mind began to clash.
Just then, someone called out to her.
"Simona."
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