Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

That night, she made an excuse about feeling unwell to sleep alone in the guest room. She was afraid spending another second with that man in their bedroom would make her lose control and throw up. It was a pitch-dark night. The wind was freezing. Tears flowed endlessly.

The next day, she booked an appointment at the top-tier hospital's gynecology department for a thorough check-up. Thankfully, there were no issues. From then on, she consciously kept Murray at arm's length. And he didn't notice a thing. How could he? While sleeping around with different flings, how would he realize he hadn't gotten physical with his girlfriend for long?

Roseanne blurted out, "I just find you so disgusting. Can you please stay away from me?"

Murray gasped for air as though someone had choked him. For a moment, he couldn't dare to meet her gaze. So, she knew everything.

The sky began to drizzle again. The cold wind moaned, bone-chilling to the core.

Murray stood in the rain, letting it soak him through as if turned to stone, his gaze fixed on the fading silhouette of Roseanne, motionless.

Millie dashed through the rain, noticing his pale lips and the lack of warmth in his body, and cried out, "Murray, please take care of yourself. You'll fall sick if you stay out in the rain any longer!"

She stood by him, equally drenched and shivering. "You're standing here, but what about Roseanne? She doesn't care about you! I'm the one who loves you. I don't want us to break up. Please let me stay by your side, okay?"

Murray ignored her, his eyes red, and he pushed her away. "Leave me alone!"

don't go, I'll stay with you!" Determined, Millie clenched her teeth, giving up

world, Murray was oblivious to what

soften, to turn back even just for a glance. But

the cold, Murray couldn't stand any longer and collapsed on the

Millie rushed forward. "Murray! Babe! Don't scare me.

driven by a woman, and it took both

Millie hurried to change him into dry clothes and used a towel to dry his hair, too

came in a rush, hooking him up to an IV, and by midnight,

of night, exhausted Millie caught snippets of Murray's mumbled dream talk. Leaning in,

spoken about breaking up earlier that day, her fears

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spending so much

gaze over the sleeping

if having decided,