All Routes Leads to Chaos

I felt as though fate were toying with me.

Just as I had decided to leave, one after another, they came to harass me.

A sense of irritation suddenly welled up inside me.

“You should have been drinking and celebrating at Faye’s wedding. What are you doing here?”

I looked at Collin impatiently, wanting him to leave as soon as possible.

He looked refined, his voice cool and calm.

He was always polite and gentle with women.

It was Collin who had first given me hope, making me think I could survive.

But then, he shattered that hope, plunging me back into despair.

“I’m just feeling down. Is it so wrong to go for a walk and clear my mind?”

It seemed my question had annoyed him, and his face hardened.

Oh, right.

After all, he was one of the male leads, and he loved the heroine as if she were his life.

For Faye, he had given up on further studies, staying in Halewick just to be near her.

Today was Faye’s wedding, and that was why Collin seemed so down.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to kill yourself?

“Or do you just want to get our attention, cause a scene, and ruin Faye’s happiness?

“Don’t pretend to have depression just because Faye does. This act is getting old.”

If I had heard these words before, perhaps I would have been heartbroken, but now I had long since numbed myself to it.

After all, I had heard such hurtful words countless times before.

Collin always thought I was pretending.

It was all about competing with Faye. Their love had blinded them all.

This was the difference between love and callousness.

They couldn’t understand me.

I wasn’t planning to defend myself.

I stood up, intending to find a quiet place and wait for death in peace.

Perhaps he had never seen me so calm, as if my heart had already died.

For the first time, Collin seemed frightened.

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to Peter’s house.

Then he made a call to Peter, asking him to return home and watch over me.

When Peter arrived, he was followed by two other people.

The moment Faye saw me, she shuddered, as if she had encountered her greatest fear, clutching Michael’s sleeve as she hid behind him.

Michael couldn’t even pretend anymore.

He stared at me, clearly annoyed, and said, “Is this amusing to you, Luna? Always competing with Faye for everything, and now pulling this stunt.

“Do you realize today is supposed to be my wedding day? What the hell are you doing here, causing trouble?”

“Isn’t it enough that you bullied her before? Now you’re still making a scene?”

It was always like this.

No matter what I said or did, they never believed me.

They always saw me as a malicious, scheming woman, trying to steal everything from Faye.

I felt nothing. I looked at everyone in the room, all their faces showing undisguised disdain.

I smiled bitterly.

“Everything she says is a lie. She’s only pretending to be a delicate flower in front of you.

“What if the roles were reversed, and she was the one bullying me?”