"No! My dad renovated that house with his own hands!"
Every brick, every coat of paint — it was all poured from my father's love for me. He'd pushed himself so hard to build my dream home that he'd wrecked his back, left in so much pain he could barely stand straight.
How dare Allan let someone else trample over my father's labor of love?
I fought to stop him with everything I had, but my body passed through Allan again and again.
He drove Pauline to the apartment.
The viewer count in the livestream doubled.
"Oh my God, this is insane. How is this not basically sneaking his side piece into the love nest?"
"What are you even saying? The fact that he's willing to bring Pauline there proves she's the woman he truly loves."
"Don't you people understand what true love means?"
Pauline's eyes curved into crescents. She tilted her head and pressed a kiss to Allan's cheek.
"See? The one who isn't loved is the real other woman."
"Don't be jealous of me, everyone."
I shook with fury, wishing I could wrench the steering wheel and send this shameless pair straight to hell.
But I couldn't. All I could do was watch, powerless, as Allan unlocked the door to our home.