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?" Candice

gritted teeth, "He secretly funded the 'free' scholarship I received

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

why I find him

And the worst is yet to come." She then pulled out another stack of photos and handed them to Candice. "He's somewhat disturbed," Fenna remarked sincerely. "Candice,

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

of her had been secretly taken since she was a child. Every aspect of her life was captured on camera, including pictures of her sleeping. Not all the photos were artistic or beautiful. Many were

a creepy, invasive vibe. However, when seen collectively, they clearly depicted the

obsessed, as evidenced by these secretly taken photos. But why had Candice never

the thick stack of photos in her hand and asked, "Aren't you

the guy who openly confessed his feelings for you

A week later,