He looked into her eyes and asked, "Did you ever love me?" She met his gaze and replied calmly, without a trace of emotion, "I did." He studied her eyes, as if hoping to find a flicker of uncertainty. "Do you still love me?" She smiled faintly. "Not anymore." "Why did you marry him?" "..." "Come back. I'll treat you well." She scoffed. "I don't think I need you to treat me well."
Those years were like a dream, and you were like a painting. Everything was so beautiful. Then, in the blink of an eye, you became the one who destroyed everything I had. Not every love lasts to the end. Mine didn't, either.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
