The Wrong Woman

Elio remained silent as he wrapped his arms around Candice's shoulders and pulled her close. He gazed up at the night sky, trying to calm the anxiety and unease within him by feeling the comforting warmth of her presence in his arms.

His apparent generosity was nothing more than a façade, and his understanding was just an act. Deep down, he despised seeing Candice interact with Mervyn.

Even though their relationship was purely platonic, Elio was overwhelmed by jealousy and bitterness so intense it drove him to madness. He simply couldn't stand it.

Yet, Elio chose to keep this side of himself hidden from Candice, not wanting to reveal how petty and jealous he could be. He believed it was best to conceal his flaws until after they were married to avoid complications.

It was a bright, sunny morning when Mervyn arrived. Candice and Elio were walking to the front yard of the villa when they saw him approaching.

The two men exchanged no greetings. Their hostile glances were like a silent duel. Despite the storm of emotions raging within them, both managed to maintain a calm exterior. "Mervyn, you're here?" Candice greeted him politely.

Upon seeing Candice, Mervyn's expression softened. He took her wrist and led her toward his car. "Come on, get in," he urged.

taking me?"

ask questions. Just

Elio, but Mervyn hurried her along and practically shoved

silently with

he keeps up the act of being a gentleman." Candice felt a wave of anxiety wash over her at Mervyn's words. She rolled down the window and glanced back. Sure enough, Elio's

increased, Candice glanced in the rearview mirror. Elio

speak up if he disapproved of her

but she set it down again after a moment of hesitation. Instead, she turned to Mervyn. "Why did you come booking for

you to see the kind of man you're planning to marry. I'm

felt exasperated. Earnestly, she said, "Mervyn, my family supports my

throat. He couldn't bring himself

continued, "Because I don't want you