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.

of Selina

they danced with the wind. Her dark ebony hair was a striking contrast

body tremble at this view in front

girl with eyes as pure and beautiful

would go back and forth between him and Dylan, coveting

afternoon. He couldn't find any anything

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in her eyes, like

His breathing abruptly stopped.

shot of electricity quickly flashed through

This made him shudder.

biggest plot hole in

Selina herself would

how much evidence was piled up against her, it still

She would never act

that, he rushed out of the

was engulfed by feelings of

had taken so long to figure this

couldn't believe that he had doubted

even dared to

was nothing more

have trusted her,

the underground garage. The car took off quickly, moving at lightning speed. Selina had never felt so helpless before in her

screaming in throes of pain. On her left, there

start the

hand, blood trickling down

didn't seem to be any people in sight for miles. She couldn't just leave Natalie heredike this,

face, soaking the collar of

due to the

to reach a point where she felt like she was about to faint, a beam of light shone over

Her whole body stiffened.

in

her senses when she

out to the middle of the road and waved her

be able to

now. If that happened, at least the driver would

car came to a sudden halt a mere meter away from

car

eyes on her, Matthew's eyes filled

had never seen Selina

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