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!"

been a victim?" Candice

funded the 'free' scholarship I received to study abroad. He wanted

echoed, puzzled. "But we're not even together.

why I find

pulled out another stack of photos and handed them to Candice. "He's somewhat disturbed,"

the photos and began to flip through them, one by one. Tears inexplicably welled up in her eyes,

Every aspect of her life was captured on camera, including pictures of her sleeping. Not all the photos were artistic or beautiful. Many were inappropriately focused

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

these secretly taken photos. But why had Candice never noticed anything

her hand and asked, "Aren't

who openly confessed his feelings for

next day. A week later, his entire family moved to