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That morning, Giselle’s apartment felt quieter than usual.

Gesha had already left for school, Billy had not returned since the previous night, and Giselle sat alone on the sofa holding her phone without really looking at the screen. Her gaze was empty, her thoughts drifting somewhere far away.

“Why does it feel like this…” she murmured softly.

She tried to recall what had happened at the restaurant. The slap. The firm words she had spoken. Leon’s face as he turned and walked away.

Giselle closed her eyes briefly, then let out a long breath.

“It was the right choice,” she said to herself. “I already chose.”

Yet strangely, her...