The lighting in the private room was dim and suggestive, yet it made every expression on their faces strikingly clear.There was mockery, disdain, and disgust.None of them displayed any guilt.I looked at Luke, the man I had loved for seven years.From sixteen to twenty-three, my whole youth revolved around him.He once said, "Winnie, you're like a porcelain doll, too fragile for this world. I'll hold you carefully in the palm of my hand forever."He also said, "Winnie, I'll destroy whoever makes you suffer."Now, the person who had made me suffer the most was him.I did not cry. I did not even make a scene.I simply bent down calmly and picked up the gift box from the floor.Luke thought I was going to give it to him. A trace of smugness appeared on his face, as though he was saying, 'See? She can't live without me.'"Whitney, if you apologize to Charlotte now and admit you were wrong, we'll let this go."Luke lifted his chin arrogantly.Adrian chimed in, "Yeah, Winnie.
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