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For more than a decade, Elias had grown so accustomed to Mira’s presence that it felt like an unspoken certainty -whenever he turned around, she was there. The girl who loved him so unconditionally never asked for much. She only wanted him to live honestly, and in return, they could grow old together in happiness
But somehow, he still lost her.
Tears blurred his vision, flowing uncontrollably as he stood there, stunned and broken. Half of his life had been intertwined with Mira, and never once had he considered what it might be like to lose her entirely.
The man standing by her side was no longer him.
She would marry Frederick, build a life together, and have children–things they had once dreamed of
Elias‘ gaze dropped to the brochure in his hands. Amid the whispers and stares of the crowd, he ripped it apart, his hands shaking with frustration. His actions became frantic, desperate, as he gritted his teeth and shouted, “I won’t marry another woman! Not me! This isn’t who I am!”
The security guards soon arrived, escorting him out of the mall with little regard for his turmoil. The scene quickly spread across the internet
Soon, the true nature of his past was uncovered. Netizens, eager to dig deeper, discovered that Elias was the same man who had saved a girl from a burning building–the very man once hailed as a hero
ad turned. The couplete supportare were now abandoning him
combed through her past posts, piecing together a timeline that exposed her role in destroying Elias‘ marriage.
How shameless! She seduced a married man, even after he saved her life!
Men who can’t control their lower body should just disappear!
-You’ve hurt your wife enough. Now go and fix your mess. It’s time to save other lost souls.
Hahaha, this is perfect! His wife lost her memory after her operation and forgot all about him!
The fallout was swift.
Two weeks after the incident, Elias received a dismissal letter from the Seattle Fire Department, citing his
personal life and moral failings as the reason for his termination.
His expression remained unchanged as he read the letter. There was no shock, no anger–only an overwhelming emptiness. With a dark cloud hanging over him, he walked out of the office, aimlessly wandering the streets, as if even the path forward had lost its direction
He had lost the person he loved most and the job that had defined him.
A crushing sense of abandonment overwhelmed him, as if the world itself had turned its back.
At home, Elias didn’t bother to turn on the lights. Instead, he drowned himself in bottle after bottle of strong liquor, the burning liquid sliding down his throat like fire. The stench of alcohol and smoke filled the air as he lit a
cigarette, the smoke swirling around him, twisting his thoughts.
Through the haze, he thought he saw Mira. Her eyes, sharp and accusing, seemed to pierce through the fog. scolding him for his self–destruction
“Mira…” His voice was hoarse, pleading. “You can hit me, or shout at me. Please, just don’t leave me.
Elias collapsed onto the floor, his body a lifeless heap. His mind swirled, dizzy with the effects of the alcohol. The room was cluttered with empty takeaway boxes, the stench of vomit mixing with the overpowering odor of decay. His life had become a toxic mess.
Then, the door creaked open
Through bleary eyes, he saw a slender figure step into the room.
“Is it you? Mira?” His voice trembled, hope flashing before the harsh reality set in.
“Elias”
The voice–cold, cutting–pierced through his fog. His eyes snapped open, and in the harsh light of reality, he saw her. Vera.
It had been a year, but she had changed. Her long, black hair was now cut short, and the innocence she once wore was gone. She no longer looked like the fragile, demure girl who had once clung to him. Now, she stood before him like a stranger, a woman who no longer needed him.
“What are you doing here?” His voice was raw with anger, his hands trembling with the urge to strangle her. “Get out! Now!”
If it weren’t for her, if she hadn’t come into their lives, would he and Mira have ever reached this point?
Vera’s lips curled into a sneer. “Elias, you really think everything that’s happening to you is my fault?” Her were sharp, unforgiving. “Yes, I fell in love with you after you saved me from suicide. But do you dare to tell me you didn’t feel anything for me? Did I force you into my bed with a knife?”
