I died far away in Monaco. Six months ago, Freya unexpectedly returned to the country, eager to rekindle the old flame. Their entanglement continued for six months, culminating in me catching them together in a hotel room.

At the moment I knocked on the door, my heart was already icy. No matter how intense the emotions, they cannot withstand repeated trampling.

When the door opened, Aaron stood there with his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, a clear lipstick stain visible. The last shred of hope in my heart shattered.

Upon realizing it was me, Aaron froze and quickly buttoned his shirt. He said in a deep voice, “It’s not what...