"Lydia, do you really not feel anything for me? Not even a little?" Eugene asked, still clinging to a thread of hope. "Just a little, that's all I'm asking."

He had tried so hard, done everything he could, and still, it was as if he couldn't melt Lydia's heart.

"And we've already been involved. I want to take responsibility for that. I'm not trying to play around. Lydia, please think this over carefully. We slept together!"

"Do you hear yourself right now?" Lydia sighed, her patience running thin. The more he clung to her, the more determined she felt. It was clear they couldn't even remain friends.

With a final attempt at patience, she said, "That night is behind us, Eugene. Stop bringing it up. According to your logic, since I have a child with Quincy, he and I should be bound together forever. But that's just not how things work." Eugene clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. "Lydia, don't say things just to push my buttons."

Quincy reconciling made Eugene

looked at him calmly. "I'm not trying to provoke you. I'm just making a point. You should go now, and please don't keep knocking on my

cup of tea after I've been out there all this time? Just let me rest for a minute. I'm exhausted from standing outside." Eugene lowered his tone, trying

cup of tea was no big deal, but Lydia didn't want to give him any reason to hope. She knew a small courtesy would only be seen as her giving

Eugene, one compromise would mean another and another until she was

break now. "No, Eugene, I'm sure your family isn't in need of my tea. I'll walk

she opened the door. The cold air chilled him to the bone. As he

contact each other. When

who had ever heard of a bride gifting the groom? He

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