Episode 5

"You do all this because you envy me, right? How ironic, isn't it? You've always wanted my place and to reach the top where I am, but look at you. Do you think this is the way? Zoraya, you truly make me feel sorry for you. It seems you feel inferior to me, which only makes me think you are a mediocre person who believes they'll find peace by ruining someone else's happiness. But the only one who will be harmed is you..."

"Me, mediocre? Hahaha, don't make me laugh, Antonella. I'm not envious of you!"

"Then what do you call it? Or shall we say you want to ruin my happiness because you can't find your own..."

"Shut up! The only thing that matters here is that I won. I got your boyfriend, and he truly loves me... But look at you, even your own father doesn't love you."

"Enough, Zoraya! Leave me alone!"

Antonella wanted to bear those words that hit her so hard when she heard them. She couldn't believe the extent of Zoraya's envy to snatch away the happiness she believed she had...

"Go ahead, cry. But that won't bring Harry back to you. You are worthless to anyone."

Antonella didn't want to continue listening to Zoraya's words and left the bathroom, wiping away her tears. Zoraya was a cruel person without scruples who couldn't stand seeing Antonella happy, and that satisfied her.

That poor girl left the bathroom with teary eyes, making her way through the crowd to leave that place. It seemed like that night would never end for her.

Antonella walked with her gaze down and quick steps, clearing a path among the guests. She no longer wanted to be in that tormenting place.

In her haste, the girl bumped into a male figure, who held her arm to keep her stable.

The man, observing the girl, bumped into her and could contemplate her up close. He noticed her face was sad...

Antonella lifted her gaze to see who the male figure holding her was. When she looked up, she saw a handsome man who looked directly into her eyes. He saw the pain reflected in her hazel eyes, lost in their depths, screaming with anguish and suffering.

Antonella quickly apologized and hurriedly left that place with long strides.

Roger could only watch Antonella's back as she left. He wanted to know what pain was hidden behind that enchanting gaze of the young woman who captivated him just with a look.

He felt powerless within himself because he didn't know what caused that pounding sensation when he saw her. It was as if a cardiac problem developed within him just by looking at her, being able to hold her.

He had never felt that way about anyone, especially a stranger. Roger had had many beautiful women in his arms, but with none of them did he feel something like this...

Roger drank a glass of wine, trying to process that strange connection. He took one glass after another without realizing it...

Harry noticed how Antonella left the bathroom. He felt miserable about himself, but he wouldn't leave Zoraya. Poor Antonella was just a toy for Harry, someone he used for his own benefit.

Since Antonella was intelligent and diligent, Harry used her to climb the ladder in his father's business. She helped him with crucial projects for his company. Antonella did everything out of love and didn't realize she was being used by Harry.

Antonella walked the streets without any particular destination. She didn't want to go home because her father would surely scold her for leaving the gala in such a manner...

The girl took off the high heels she was wearing and walked barefoot on the street. Her body trembled from the cold weather on that dark night...

Small droplets began to fall, signaling that it was going to rain. Even the sky was crying, wanting to cry along with Antonella. She felt the cold drops sliding down her soft skin...

She stopped in her tracks and looked up at the sky, allowing the raindrops to intensify and fall on her face.

The booming thunder began to echo along with lightning and a strong breeze that shook the lush trees surrounding her.

Inside her, a hurricane of pain unleashed, slowly consuming her and making her cry alongside the rain. Antonella spun in the rain and then knelt, gazing at the sky. Within her, a storm of agony erupted, causing her to scream from the suffering within.

Every time she screamed and cried simultaneously, the heavens seemed to tremble with her. As she cried even harder, the rain intensified.

Antonella screamed and cried beneath the rain, kneeling on the wet ground until she was completely drenched. Her dress clung heavily to her body, and she trembled from the cold.

Powerful winds battered everything, and the poor girl rose from where she was, sitting in a street corner, allowing the pain to consume her while the rain soaked her.

She hoped to die in that place and not be in that body where she was suffering so much.

She arched on her knees, one hand clutching her heels and the other holding her purse. Her gaze was downcast, and tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably. It seemed that the bitter night would never end for her.

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