But the moment I stepped into the venue, I felt like a mouse peering into someone else’s happiness.
Until I saw the painting titled “The Key to the Heart.”
It showed two bodies.
There was a mole on the woman's shoulder blade, the one I had traced countless times.
The man crumpled the pillow in his grip. Behind them, a bed draped in pale purple sheets. Outside the window, magnolias bloomed in full splendor.
That flower's variety was the one that I had personally selected at the flower market.
Pink blossoms as large as lanterns, silent in their beauty.
That was my home. It was also the place where Leo and Kelly had first made love.
So, it turned out that his heart belonged to Kelly and the key belonged to Leo.
A wave of uncontrollable nausea surged through me and I threw up.
This startled the two people entertaining guests nearby.
A bright, concerned voice reached my ears. “Sir, are you alright?”
The key design on his cufflinks dazzled me; it perfectly matched the heart-shaped brooch on the woman's chest.
I frantically yanked the cufflink toward the painting on the wall.
Rip—
The sound of canvas tearing echoed through the entire hall, drawing gasps from everyone around.