The Wrong Woman

Sienna rode her electric scooter home, tears streaming down her face the entire way. She hadn't expected to cry so much, but Daniel was her first love.

It was the first time she had ever felt such intense emotions for someone, the first time she had truly invested herself in a relationship. It was like fireworks-beautiful, but over far too quickly.

Back at home, Sienna retreated to her room for days on end. Apart from coming out for meals, she refused to leave her room. Each time she did go out, her eyes bore the telltale signs of tears, puffy and red. Seeing Sienna in such a state, Shelly figured out that Sienna and Daniel must have ended their relationship. As a result, she chose not to mention blind dates or concern herself with Felix's debts. Instead, she focused on peacefully managing her corner store. In her view, life would become better and more stable from here on out.

On a sunny afternoon, Shelly was busy inspecting the expired items in the corner store when the bell at the entrance chimed. This bell was a sensor Sienna installed. It always rang whenever someone came in.

"Can I help you with something?" Shelly asked, emerging with the expired goods she had been sorting.

When she spotted the young man standing before her, she paused briefly.

The man had striking, attractive features, and a well-built, confident posture. He was neatly dressed and carried himself with an air of sophistication.

He didn't seem like a local. His appearance was more akin to someone from the city. He held several large bags in his hands, his smile gentle as he nodded at Shelly.

usually had a certain effect, and Shelly was no different. She smiled and approached, asking softly, "Can I

warmly. "Hello, Mrs. Lawson. My name is Daniel,

words caused Shelly's smile to freeze

and spoke politely, "I'm sorry it's taken me so long to visit. I'm not here to cause any

and unsure of what to say, Shelly pointed at the gifts

to meet you in person for a while now, but the right moment never seemed to come up. I realized that waiting

forward of me, but I didn't want to regret not making this

the cash register, her spirits

replied, pursing his lips

sorry to hear that, Mr. Morrison. You're a good man, and my daughter doesn't know what she's missing.

genuinely a good person. Unfortunately, his

please don't feel sorry. Relationships involve both parties. There's no clear right

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