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I couldn't enjoy the rest of the party at all, even when Jack had left after giving his speech and greeting a few acquaintances, especially me; I seemed to be his main target from the start.

That argument kept tormenting me in my mind, chilling my blood.

I tried to eat what was served, but I could barely take a bite; the urge to rush to the bathroom and vomit returned.

Nia seemed even more distressed than me, as if I might faint at any moment.

"Let's go, Lucy," she repeated with concern. "You don't look good."

But I stayed, thinking I could overcome it.

Just as everyone got up to dance, Nia insisted we go back home. I wanted to drive, but my hands were shaking, my feet weren't cooperating, just like my thoughts.

So, she took the trouble to be the driver, while I remained silent, gazing out the window, feeling the whirlwind of memories hit me harder each time.

Seven years, seven damn years deceived, thinking it was my fault, blaming myself in solitude. How could Deborah have done that