I’m Someone Else

It was true that Thomas was an orphan. He had grown up alongside a rather crazy old man whom he used to think was his grandfather. However, as Thomas started understanding the world around him a little more, the old man told him that they weren’t related to each other at all. Thomas was just a kid that the old man had picked up by the side of the road. Thomas had always taken pride in his strength, and he hated the idea of telling others about his past just to be pitied by them. So, there were only a few people who truly knew about Thomas’ upbringing.

Unfortunately, Felice was one of those people. Thomas hadn’t expected Felice to expose his old wounds, especially since she had publicly claimed that Walt was just a man she was fooling around with. Chloe froze when she heard Felice’s words—this was the first time Chloe had ever heard of the fact that Thomas was an orphan.

However, Felice showed zero interest in anyone else’s feelings or thoughts. She simply shoved Chloe aside before turning to leave. “Ah!” In a bout of fury, Thomas pulled out a glass bottle from his grocery bag before throwing it at Felice. The bottle hit Felice on the leg, and she let out a cry as she fell onto her knees. Thomas wasn’t mad about the fact that Felice had exposed his childhood. After all, there wasn’t much more she could do to hurt him after she lied to him for eight years just for the sake of his money.

“How could you leave after hitting Chloe? Do you think I’m going to let you off just like that?” Thomas walked over and glared at the woman who was on her knees. Felice barely had the chance to gauge the situation—all she understood was that there had been a sharp pain in her leg, and that she had fallen onto her knees. She gritted her teeth and tried to stand up, but she felt as if her legs no longer belonged to her. She couldn’t seem to summon the strength to move her legs. When she looked up to meet Thomas’ cold glare, she felt chills running down her spine.

“W-What do you want from me?” Felice stuttered while asking.

a pushover? She just happened to get herself attached to some gangster; does she really think that she’s undefeatable? Why doesn’t she use her brain for once? Does she think she can scare me when

blood was already starting to trickle down the corner of her lips. Felice’s pretty face looked as if she had been stung

learned her lesson.” In the past, Thomas’ good friend, Zachary, often praised Chloe for

Whatever curse words Chloe had used earlier were probably the harshest words she had ever uttered in her whole life. It was clear that Chloe was furious about how

felt oddly strong against his wrist, so he had no choice but to give up. “I’m going to make sure you suffer if this happens again,” Thomas hissed. At one point, Felice thought that she would end up a cripple like her boyfriend. To her surprise, Chloe was the one who spoke up for her this time. Fine. One of us will overpower the other in the end. We’ll see what happens!

ground. She took a good look at it before holding it up in Thomas’ face. “We can still use this, Thomas!” she cried excitedly. Thomas responded with a bitter smile. Chloe was too used to being a thrifty person—she had instinctively picked up a glass bottle that was thrown out even after Thomas had

while, Felice finally felt some sensation in her legs. She forced herself to her feet before staring at the front door and letting out a scoff. She endured the pain as she shuffled her way out

the food into containers before she got ready to head out and send the meal to her father.

ask him about his childhood, but she didn’t know how to start the conversation after calling his name. “Don’t be sad. That woman