The Mafia Fiancé Chose His First Love over Me
"Every time we make love, I make Sera turn around. From behind, she looks the most like Luna ."
My hand froze on the door handle. Through the small glass window, I stared at the face of the man I had loved for three years.
He had only ever seen me as a substitute for someone else.
In that moment, I felt something inside me shatter.
I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I didn't burst through the door and demand an explanation.
I just turned around and walked back downstairs. My legs felt strange, as if they belonged to someone else.
I called Professor Lumiere and accepted her invitation to go abroad. My voice was steady. She couldn't tell that I was dying inside.
Later, when Felix chased me all the way to Europe and stood in front of me with red-rimmed eyes, telling me he truly loved me—
I gently pushed his hand away.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I don't love you anymore."