The atmosphere in the apartment felt cold, even though the AC was off. The modest living room, with its gray sofa and wooden table, looked neat, as if it mirrored the owner’s personality. Leviana stood rigidly in the middle of the room, while Deviana walked slowly, taking her place across from her, eyes dark and cautious.

Silence bound them for several seconds. Only the sound of their breathing filled the air—heavy, restrained.

Leviana was the first to break it. Her voice was hoarse, bitter, yet sharp.

“How much longer are you going to stay in his heart?”

Deviana furrowed her brows, eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”

Leviana stepped forward,...