“We’ve learned that after the incident, he fell into deep guilt and pain. The police told him the currents in that area were
treacherous, leaving almost no chance of survival. He’s visited the site many times, searching for clues, and even sent people to investigate your whereabouts, all to no avail.”
I listened in silence, my fingers tapping lightly on the table, as if hearing a story unrelated to me.
“Miss Willow,” the staff member paused before continuing, “your social media posts and videos have become his worst
nightmare. The scheduled uploads exposed his indifference and neglect, ruining his public image completely. Everyone knows
now–his heart was never with you. It was always with your sister, Camille.”
I let out a faint laugh, my gaze drifting to the window.
His reputation ruined?
That was his own doing.
He had treated this marriage as a mere plaything. Now, he was finally tasting the consequences.
“What about Camille?” I asked.
“Your videos, particularly your artwork, proved everything,” they said. “Her award from the exhibition has been revoked. Moreover, her fraudulent behavior is under investigation. Her husband has filed for divorce, and even the Willow family sees her as a disgrace.”
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“Oh,” I responded lightly, without further inquiry.
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The staff member continued, “Dennis and Camille’s relationship has completely broken down. She insists she had nothing to do with your decision to jump into the sea, but Dennis blames her for everything. Out of consideration for the Willow family, he
hasn’t acted against her.
“In short, Dennis deeply regrets everything now.”
I remained silent for a long time before finally shaking my head with a faint smile.
“Then let him regret it for the rest of his life.”
Despite my words, I still checked out the latest news about Dennis and Camille online.
Someone had photographed Camille, looking haggard as she stepped out of her house, no longer surrounded by her usual
entourage.
Reports detailed how her exhibition awards had been entirely revoked, and even the Willow family had suffered collateral
damage.
As for Dennis, a journalist had captured him standing alone by the seaside.
He remained there for a long time, as if searching for something.
In the comment sections, people cursed him for his heartlessness, mocked him for his downfall, and even pitied him, calling him
a “fool who lost his true love.”
And me?
I only felt it was absurd.
His so–called “true love” had never been me.
