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- 7.
When I saw Emily again, I thought I would be
emotional.
I thought I’d tell her about the pain I’d
suffered all these years, but nothing
happened.
Not even a ripple in my heart.
She and Brandon stood together, a perfect
match, and she looked at him with a
tenderness I’d never seen.
When she saw me, she frowned.
I’d always thought of myself as Emily’s fiancé.
Out of all my dreams of being a scientist or a
doctor, I wrote that I wanted to marry Emily.
Now that I think about it, I was probably
always chasing after Emily.
And Emily never said anything.
People said that Emily was only nice to me
because of the Miller family.
Now, Emily had probably gotten her wish.
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“Ryan, I saw that your clothes were all dirty
yesterday.
I got you a few things.
Don’t worry, I’ve only worn these once, SO
you’ll be fine, right?”
Brandon pulled out his old clothes like he was
trying to get a reward.
Everyone’s eyes were on us.
I remembered how embarrassed I’d felt so
many times in the past when I’d lost to
Brandon.
But all that embarrassment was nothing
compared to the hell I’d been through for five
years.
“Thank you, Brandon!”
I took the clothes obediently.
I could sell them for money when I left the
Miller’s house.
The once–proud son was now so humble.
Even the maids couldn’t help but whisper to
く
each other.
The Millers looked displeased.
“Ryan, are you kidding me?”
Ashley seemed to be losing it.
She threw the clothes on the floor.
“How can you wear other people’s clothes?
Don’t you know that you’re part of the Miller
family…”
