The man's palm was cold but firm like a vice, nearly shattering her wrist.
"You say I don't love you, even after I proposed to you in front of the whole world?"
If I didn't love her, would I have stayed faithful for six years? If I didn't love her, how could I forgive so easily? If I didn't love her, why would my heart ache like this?
He clutched her wrist, roaring in anger, "Don't you have a heart? Can't you feel it?!"
She could no longer contain herself. She threw her head back and indignantly yelled, "The only reason is that we look alike! It's not me you love, it's her! I'm just a substitute, a puppet! You... you've never loved me."
Uttering these final words felt like her heart was being torn apart.
