Love Began with the First Meeting

Molly timidly looked down at the phone in her hands. It was the third phone which Brian had given her, but there was nothing important in it. The only precious thing to her was the photo of the snowman, which they had made together when Brian was trying to cheer her up, even though he only did it because he didn't want his day ruined by her bad mood.

Molly smiled weakly but the sadness in her eyes didn't fade away. Brian was never her man, not even for a single second. He had just drifted into her life and made her his toy. In the end, he had become a stranger once again. A mistress was the last thing she wanted to be, especially since Brian's real girlfriend was Becky.

But why was she so sad when she heard that Becky was back and that Brian was staying with her?

Molly thought to herself, 'You fell in love with Brian just because he made you feel safe. You're not attracted to him at all. You just wanted to be protected. You only feel this way about him because you're so emotionally insecure. It's not true love at all.'

Gritting her teeth, Molly squeezed the phone in her hands.

Eric was getting more and more annoyed at her sad expressions. He turned away from her and looked ahead, while a smirk crept back into his face. Very slowly, he said,"Oh, I almost forgot. There's something else that I need to tell you. The suite where you had met Brian at Sophia Hotel last time, was reserved for Becky."

If what he had said earlier made Molly feel bitter, this went beyond all that emotion. She was in real shock. It struck her like a bolt out of the blue.

and she was so stunned that she forgot to hide her feelings. Her eyes were wide open and her face was deathly pale as she stared at him without knowing what to say. At that moment, the only thing on her mind was that Brian may have thought of her as Becky on the night when she had stumbled into

to see it that way, but somehow, at that moment, she was sure that was what had happened. There was a voice inside her, telling her that this was

and there was nothing she could do about it. Flustered and panicked, she frantically shifted her gaze from side to side, from far to near, but she couldn't focus on anything around her. Breathing had become the most difficult thing

stopped the car and

The grinding noise of the tires sounded through the

He regretted having said those words just to upset

rid of that 'right answer'. She hated herself for thinking of it that way. She knew deep down that she shouldn't have slept with Brian that night, but since when had she begun to accept everything that had happened? She even got so obsessed with Brian that she simply refused to accept what Eric had just told her, especially that repulsive possibility that she might have just been a replacement

her head in her hands and frantically shook it. But the more fiercely she tried to shake it off, the clearer her

with a very serious look on his face and grabbed Molly's wrists, trying to stop her. But

in a room, with no doors or windows. It was so dark and she felt her death approaching. Wasn't there anyone who