Matthew was standing beneath the muted moonlight.

Numerous connections were whirling through his mind.

He had received Selina's phone call while he was at the company, and he had overheard a conversation in that call. When he'd returned back to the Whitlock's family villa, Selina had coincidentally gone out, and she'd been with a man.

And it just so happened, that in that conversation, she had been talking to a man.

When he came back home, he'd accidentally come across the items that were stuffed in her bag.

Those toys and condoms.

One could acknowledge these events as a simple twist of fate, but there was no way everything was just a coincidence.

Yet if one were to call this a scheme, it would be impossible for anyone to have plotted every single detail to create such a seamless plan.

Matthew's head continued to throb even more.

How on earth was he going to trust Selina?

Moments later, he walked into the villa and went up to the second floor.

He faced a door on the second floor.

The door was painted pink.

He pushed it open.

There was nothing inside the room behind that door, except for some objects that appear to be stuck on the wall.

They were paintings. The walls were covered with paintings.

And they were all paintings of Selina.

The same year that Matthew had met Selina, he had had a growing interest in art, and had even specially learnt painting from a nationally renowned artist. At first, he drew all kinds of things, such as sceneries that involved mountains and lakes. However, later on he'd started to focus on only one subject: Selina. Ever since he'd caught a single glimpse of her at that party, his paintings had only featured her and her alone.

The scene of her dancing in a red dress.

He had drawn it countless times.

He kept all these paintings for himself. After building this villa in Agaphen City, he'd stored them in this room.

Thinking that pink was Selina's favorite color, he'd purposefully decorated the whole room in pink. Even the door and the walls were colored pink.

And in the center of the room hung the biggest painting among them.

was a painting of Selina in that red

curls mid-air as they danced with the wind. Her dark ebony hair was a

tremble at this view in front

believe that a girl with eyes as pure and beautiful as hers could say such

go back and

series of things that happened this afternoon. He couldn't find any anything to prove her innocence. Matthew stared at

fell onto Selina's own eyes in the painting. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

her eyes, like

His breathing abruptly stopped.

shot of electricity quickly flashed through

This made him shudder.

found the biggest plot hole in

would never

up against her, it still couldn't prove that Selina would say those

lovely girl. She would never act that promiscuously, not in

that, he rushed out

by feelings

remorse that he had taken so long to figure

had doubted her for

had even dared to leave her

more than

should have trusted

underground garage. The car took off quickly, moving at lightning speed. Selina had never felt

was screaming in throes of pain. On

the car, but it just

her hand, blood trickling down

didn't seem to be any people in sight for miles.

her face, soaking

were shaking uncontrollably due to the intense anxiety she was

distress was about to reach a point where she felt like she was about to

Her whole body stiffened.

car was moving in

quickly regained her senses when she saw

middle of the road and waved her hands

it made her unsure if the driver would be able to see her

that happened, at least the driver would stop and Natalie would be

halt a

door of the car opened

he laid eyes on her, Matthew's eyes

never seen Selina

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