Judy and I still had to live. We had rent to pay and medication to buy.

The only way was to work nonstop, day and night, then catch up on sleep in class.

Maggie frowned again.

"That's his mom. Why are you the one taking care of her, buying medicine, and earning money to support her? He goes to Merinthia and just lives it up? No job, no income, and he doesn't give you a single dollar?"

I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I gave a quiet hum.

When Morris had just gone abroad, he called me every day. He complained about how expensive everything was, how he couldn't find a part-time job, and how he could barely afford food.

Courtney complained, too. She said life there was nothing like home, and that even our days in the foster home had been better than studying overseas.

I felt sorry for them. I squeezed money out wherever I could and transferred it to support their living expenses.

Over time, the calls grew fewer. Half a year later, they only accepted the money. They stopped replying.

At that point, Maggie's phone rang. She hurriedly clocked out and left work.

I took one last look at Zach's file and stood up to go home.

In the shower, I pulled off my silk scarf and exposed the ugly, twisted scar on my neck.

Morris had caused it.

Ten years ago, in the spring, I couldn't reach him. Courtney had disappeared, too.

I gritted my teeth and used the last bit of money I had to buy a cheap plane ticket to find him.

What I saw was Morris holding Courtney under a tree, kissing her deeply.

When they pulled apart, he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. They smiled at each other, their eyes sparkling.

A spring breeze drifted by. The streetlights glowed dimly. Maple leaves rustled overhead.

They looked like a painting, like a poem filled with tenderness.

I lost it. I rushed over, forced them apart, and hurled the cup I was holding at Morris's face.

When I turned to slap Courtney, the cup came flying back at me.

It hit my cheek squarely.

Scalding hot water splashed out and streamed down my neck.

I had forgotten that the lid had broken the day they met. It never sealed properly.

All this time, I hadn't even had the money to buy a new one.

Where the hot water flowed, the pain was unbearable. Morris acted as if he couldn't see it. He pulled Courtney behind him and looked at me coldly.

"Olivia, if you want to hate someone, hate me. Courtney didn't betray you."

I hated them.

Of course, I hated them.

Ignoring the pain from the burns, I broke down and demanded to know why they had betrayed me.

Courtney was crying, too. At first, it was quiet sobbing. When a crowd gathered around us, she suddenly exploded.

"Olivia, you have no idea how hard life has been for us over there! We only had each other to rely on. Of course, we got together!"

I couldn't accept that excuse.

"And do you think my life back home was happy? You had each other. What did I have? I had no one but myself!"

Morris stopped me when I surged forward and pulled her into his arms to protect her.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze distant and cold.

"I'm sorry. This is my fault. But Courtney didn't lie to you. We went through a lot together this past year. We didn't tell you because we didn't want you to worry."

My heart went cold.

I stared at him and spoke slowly, word by word.

"Just because you two went through a lot this past year, does that mean the seven years we went through together don't count anymore?

"Do you know that before I came to find you, your mom was still at home worrying about you, afraid something had happened?

"And yet for half a year, you didn't make a single call to check in. You took the money I sent you, then turned around and started dating my best friend!"

Morris jerked his head up. His lips were pressed tight, his eyes dark as a black hole.

I knew him well. He had grown up poor, and when it came to money, he was deeply insecure.

During our college years, every time he ran into relatives or neighbors who had lent him money, he shrank himself down to nothing.

And for all these years, he and Judy had lived mostly on my support.

"Olivia, I spent your money. I'm sorry. How do you want me to make it up to you? Is it enough if I pay you with my life?"

After saying that, he pulled a folding fruit knife out of his backpack.

Without hesitation, he stabbed it into his own lower abdomen.

Blood burst out in a terrifying rush. Courtney screamed and cried out for an ambulance.

People around us panicked. Everything fell into chaos.

I stood there in a daze, my vision flooded with red.

The man I had loved through my entire youth held his wound with one hand, while gently touching another woman's cheek with the other, softly comforting her.

"Don't be scared. I'll give this life back to her. From now on, she'll have no reason to hate you."

Courtney cried hysterically, staring at me with burning eyes.

"Olivia, we really love each other. Why can't you stand to see us happy? We already apologized! Why won't you let us go?"

The alarm clock suddenly rang. I jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat.

It had been a long time since I had dreamed about that day.

At school, while the other teachers were in class, Maggie cornered me and made me tell her what happened afterward.

When she heard that he had responded to his betrayal with a suicide attempt, she narrowed her eyes in disgust again.

"He made it look like you forced him to die, when it was clearly his own guilty conscience."

Yes, it was clearly his guilt.

But I was treated as the culprit and sent to prison in Merinthia.

Aside from Morris and Courtney, I didn't know a single person there. I didn't have money for bail, either. All I could do was hope Morris would think of what we once had and help withdraw the charges.

But he didn't.

I went through hell in there before the police finally proved my innocence.

By the time I was released, two years had already passed.

I was deported back home, only to learn that the school had expelled me, and the small apartment I had rented had been taken back.

Judy had been moved away. Everything in the house was thrown out, without a trace left behind.

I refused to give up and asked around everywhere for news of Morris.

Until a former classmate told me that after the day I was arrested, the two of them came back to the country and got married.

Everyone praised them as a perfect match, saying that they were meant for each other.

One was praised for his devotion. Even after returning from studying abroad, he never lost his sense of duty. The first thing he did after his startup succeeded was hire a full-time caregiver for his mother.

The other opened an art gallery. Hanging in the very center was a painting she had done herself of a family of four.

Morris, Courtney, Judy, and a two-year-old boy.

"So while you were rotting in jail, they went and had a baby! They didn't help you get the charges dropped. They used you as a stepping stone and jumped straight into wealth!"

Maggie was so angry that she jumped to her feet, slammed her ruler onto the desk, and cursed nonstop.

I felt a little helpless. I wanted to say that I truly didn't care anymore, that she didn't need to ruin her mood over it.

But suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

Morris stood in the office doorway, looking at me awkwardly.