The Wrong Woman

Elio remained silent as he wrapped his arms around Candice's shoulders and pulled her close. He gazed up at the night sky, trying to calm the anxiety and unease within him by feeling the comforting warmth of her presence in his arms.

His apparent generosity was nothing more than a façade, and his understanding was just an act. Deep down, he despised seeing Candice interact with Mervyn.

Even though their relationship was purely platonic, Elio was overwhelmed by jealousy and bitterness so intense it drove him to madness. He simply couldn't stand it.

Yet, Elio chose to keep this side of himself hidden from Candice, not wanting to reveal how petty and jealous he could be. He believed it was best to conceal his flaws until after they were married to avoid complications.

It was a bright, sunny morning when Mervyn arrived. Candice and Elio were walking to the front yard of the villa when they saw him approaching.

The two men exchanged no greetings. Their hostile glances were like a silent duel. Despite the storm of emotions raging within them, both managed to maintain a calm exterior. "Mervyn, you're here?" Candice greeted him politely.

Upon seeing Candice, Mervyn's expression softened. He took her wrist and led her toward his car. "Come on, get in," he urged.

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walked, wanting to say goodbye to Elio, but Mervyn hurried her along and practically shoved her

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the distance between them increased, Candice glanced in the rearview mirror. Elio still

deepened. Why didn't Elio speak up if he disapproved of her going out alone

on sending a message, but she set it down again after a moment of hesitation. Instead, she turned to Mervyn. "Why

"I want you to see the kind of man you're planning to marry. I'm trying to snap you

"Mervyn, my family supports my relationship with Elio. You're my best friend. Why do you keep opposing

words catching in his throat. He couldn't bring himself to confess his

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