Carina's pov.

Eric and I returned to the residence in the middle of the night. We had been lying on the beach, me in his arms, and I hadn't said anything, but I think I had revealed the answer in my mind.

Eric was so cunning that I forgave him once again, but this time I didn't seem to be burdened.

My unrequited love is my weakness, and that much pain afterwards, isn't it still because the initial like still gives me hope? If I don't love him, just a marriage and a woman to fight, what is worth my emotional ups and downs except winning and losing.

But it...