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!"

you been a

his hips, Mervyn answered through gritted teeth, "He secretly funded the 'free' scholarship I received

"But we're not even together. What's there

why I find

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

by one. Tears inexplicably welled up in her eyes, and

photos 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 inappropriately focused on her legs and chest, particularly when she wore a

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

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

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

you remember the guy who openly confessed his feelings for you at the school gate

next day. A week later,