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Psyche had no idea why it was raining more heavily when summer was almost over.

Along the way, in the middle of the deserted carriage, he sat by the window and looked far at the gloomy-looking sky.

There is no need to consider the decision anymore, for he has gone. Besides with his departure, he wanted to make sure of something. If fate had tied him to Adam, the man would have come by himself.

For this time, let him give up on his feelings and all his heartache. Let him go to make the man realize that not everything he can have.

Psyche is aware that hate and love will never be worth a match. They will only kill each other, hurt each other to no end.

For that he will reveal everything. It doesn't matter if Adam will call him a coward, or the whole world.

For if he only keeps thinking about his pain, he will never find happiness.

The carriage slowly stopped, the door opened as Psyche pulled the suitcase while sighing softly. Then a man was already standing there, welcoming him and smiling in relief.

"Thank God..."

Jacob nearly jumps when he finds Afam sitting on one of his sofas after turning on the lamp.

His two bottles of wine were already helplessly stooped on the table. Only half left, even though it is the wine with the best quality and the price of course—mahal.

"Just left your girlfriend, eh?" Despite knowing the answer, Jacob did not want to miss this opportunity to see how far Adam had changed.

Ditch work, get back drunk, and come on. He certainly won't miss some cigarette butts that fill the ashtray.

"Do you know where he's going?"

Jacob sat across the sofa and looked at Adam who was still smoking cigarettes while occasionally sipping his wine.

That guy must be crazy.

"Why do you think I know—"

"Obviously you know." Adam raised his head after cutting Jacob's speech. His eyes glinted seriously and sharply, but what was clearly visible was just a pain.

"...didn't you bet with him?"

Jacob stunned. But his expression quickly changed. He chuckled softly, "You know already..."

Adam grumbled, "Everyone is the same - you, my mother, and. that woman." His laughter sounded so sad that Jacob stared back at him pity. "Liar. Impostors. Why don't I even realize everything..."

Jacob sighed softly. He turned his eyes away as something clear began to fall from behind the black mane that was bowed lethargic.

It was as if the heavens understood Adam's sorrow, not allowing the rain to leave him crying alone.

"Even my father.he." Adam laughed in the middle of his tears. His chest was claustrophobic by the various things he had just learned after everything happened and left.

If he knew everything from the start, if only he could beat his ego and look a little deeper...

"My life is so sad."

Long Jacob fell silent. Adam wasn't drunk, the man was totally sober.

"I really don't know where he's going." Sai stood up, "But one thing you should know, Psyche cares about you. That's the truth."

The man walked towards the door of the room carrying his bag and work coat. He turned his head back towards Adam who was still looking down with a trembling body. A moment after closing the door, the sound of shards rang out.

Adam was more fragile than he thought.

In the morning, the bell rang. Grumbling that Jacob had to wake up on holiday, the man did not expect to find Miranda standing with a riled face in front of his apartment.

Luckily, Adam disappeared somewhere. Looks like the guy didn't sleep all night. But he really left behind a tremendous mess.

"I'm..." Miranda didn't know why she was so nervous. Even to look at the man's face it felt like he couldn't.

Jacob grinned. Both of his hands were folded on his chest. He took a small look at the woman. Soon his words will come true.

"You're changing your mind now? Want to chase after me after Adam won't be able to accept you again?"

"It has nothing to do with Adam."

"Hmm? Didn't he? Thenwhat? You want to hold me accountable after you realize you're pregnant?"

The man knows.

Miranda quickly looked over. Take a step closer to the man. "Do you know?!"

"Nothing I don't know."

"Then why?!" Miranda gasped, "Why are you acting like I'm a lowly woman by pretending to know nothing?! Letting me carry all this burden myself!"

Jacob catches Miranda's wrist banging on the chest of his field. "That night, you mentioned his name, not mine."

Miranda. His eyes began to turn red and his chest came back tight. His hands were so thin that they slipped out of the man's grip.

There was always a reply for every pain he inflicted on Sai. And that's twice the pain.

"Do as you please, as you've treated me all this time."

Miranda shook her head weakly, she touched her stomach with one hand. "But this baby is also your flesh and blood..."

Enough Miranda to experience how painful it is to be born without a father. Her mother was left behind when she became pregnant, while her father went nowhere. Leaving wounds that are still felt today.

How bad Miranda is, she won't kill her own flesh and blood, but she can't make her baby feel the same way. Although he had to throw all his pride in the presence of the man.

"Really, I've always wanted to hurt that smooth face of yours whenever I remember how you played me, Miranda." Jacob smiled cruelly. "And now you say as if I was the one who took advantage of the situation, as if I was the one who started it that night."

"I know it's my fault. But I have to do all this for my son."

Jacob thought he had two days of bad luck in a row, watching the two most ignorant people in the world cry in front of him.

"You just said it was my flesh and blood, but now you say he's your son."

"Don't you want it?!"

Jacob grinned. "I love seeing you so desperate." His coldness sounded even more sinister, "You're prepared for all the risks? You know, maybe it'll all feel like hell."

"Only for my son." Miranda tried to look tough even though tears could not lie to her feelings.

Sai smiled arrogantly. He is vindictive like any other Louvander. "Then get on your knees. Please begging me until I grant it."

Miranda bit her lips, holding the stuffing ready to come out as she lowered her body and let her smooth knees touch the dirty and rough tiles.

The tone sounded bitter, "You've won it."

There is no smile or satisfaction. If Miranda looked up just a little then she would discover how the man's expression looked flat.

"Sometimes I wonder why I love someone like you so much..."