The Wrong Woman

Candice couldn't resist her curiosity. "I bet there are more diary entries besides this one. Where are they? I'd like to see them as well."

"The rest are irrelevant and none of your concern. Focus on this page alone," Fenna replied with a stern tone.

Candice gave a faint smile as she set down the documents, asking, "Is there anything more?"

Irritated, Mervyn snapped, "Aren't these enough?"

Candice shook her head. "No."

Taken aback, Mervyn and Fenna exchanged a look of surprise.

Candice smiled contentedly. "I'm really curious about when Elio started feeling this way about me. He wants us to have children together-surely that means he likes me a lot, right?"

Enraged, Mervyn jabbed her head. "You're such a hopeless romantic! He has been plotting against you since high school-blocking your college applications, stopping you from studying abroad, and messing with those guys around you. I'm a victim, too!"

have you been a victim?"

hands on his hips, Mervyn answered through gritted teeth, "He secretly funded

echoed, puzzled. "But we're not even together. What's there to separate

I find him

to come." She then pulled out another stack of

flip through them, one by one. Tears inexplicably welled up in her eyes, and she struggled

captured on camera, including pictures of her sleeping. Not all the photos were artistic or

photos gave off a creepy, invasive vibe. However, when seen collectively, they

was clearly obsessed, as evidenced by these secretly taken photos. But

photos in her hand and asked, "Aren't you terrified by such a

openly confessed his feelings for you at the school gate in your senior year?"

in the hospital the next day. A week later, his entire family moved to another