Find The Most Beautiful Version of Yourself

My mind was completely absorbed by the details of the case files, constantly wrestling with their complexities.

It felt like someone had interrupted me in the middle of solving a problem, and I was growing increasingly agitated.

“I’m too busy!”

Scott, a genius painter, was known for his works being snapped up at high prices as soon as they were exhibited.

I had once foolishly believed that my genuine love could be exchanged for a genuine return. I wanted to understand his world better, hoping that my sincerity would be reciprocated.

But he had always refused to make our relationship public, claiming it would hurt his young female fans' purchasing power.

Once, I had secretly gone to one of his exhibitions, hoping to surprise him on his birthday.

When he saw me, he turned his back and refused to acknowledge me.

I waited outside the gallery like a fool until it closed.

The security guard had to shoo me away, laughing at my foolishness. I felt like a discarded clown.

When I cried about it later at home, he looked at me with contempt.

“You, with your lack of understanding of art, what do you know?”

Now, he was breaking with tradition by inviting me to his exhibition. In the past, I would have been thrilled.

Scott seemed taken aback by my refusal, especially since I had expressed a desire to attend his exhibitions many times before.

He bit his lip as if making a monumental effort.

“Lillian, are you really not coming? This exhibition will be broadcast live. I planned to announce our relationship to the world.”

I had dreamed countless times of Scott declaring my presence in a grand, romantic way.

Now, hearing him say it, my heart felt as cold and still as a dead sea.

“Forget it. I’m just a mundane person who doesn’t understand your art. I wouldn’t want to interfere with your future.”

I repeated his words back to him verbatim.

“Lillian, what are you being so dramatic about?”

“Once this opportunity is gone, it won’t come back. Don’t regret it later!”

For the first time, I was standing my ground and repeatedly refusing him.

It finally made him angry and desperate.

Scott, I’m not being dramatic. I’ve simply stopped loving you.