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Marta was incredibly frustrated. The image of Olive descending the stairs felt like a nightmare. And the man she had worked so hard to persuade to sit next to her, have dinner with her, and didn't mind if there was a hint of annoyance from the man towards her, just left to chase after Olive!

Oh my God!

She wanted so badly to step forward, drag Olive back upstairs, or unleash a barrage of disgusting words to make Olive stumble. But she realized her position. What would she gain if she continued? Even though her desire was overwhelming, Marta still cherished the name she had carried for so long. Could she stoop so low just for love?

Although she had done a bit of it already.

She massaged her temples gently. Her head was throbbing again. Her stomach felt a bit queasy too. Ah, she remembered. Since returning from the gathering event, she hadn't slept soundly. Her appetite had also waned. Her activities had been disrupted. She even found herself crying because this time her broken heart ha