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?"

hands on his hips, Mervyn answered through gritted teeth, "He secretly funded the 'free' scholarship I received to study abroad. He

not even

I find him

to come." She then pulled out another stack of photos and handed them to

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

of her sleeping. Not all the photos were artistic or beautiful. Many

seen collectively, they clearly depicted the obsessive actions of a guy secretly photographing his

evidenced by these secretly taken photos. But why had

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

feelings for

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