The conversations around me continued and the camera's glare hurt my eyes.
"Didn't they say Amora's place in the Dimitrova Family was secure? But Trevor's attitude toward her appeared to be the same.”
"What do you know? Rachel is the female lead in this story, while Amora is merely an extra."
I was being drowned by insults and whispers.
Trevor appeared to ignore them and had no intention of clarifying for me.
I inhaled deeply.
In front of everyone's jeering gaze, I grabbed Rachel's phone and grudgingly stated, "Okay, I'll take a group photo for you."
There was a small movement in Trevor's eyes, a flicker of concealed emotion. Perhaps he was bewildered because I compromised so quickly.
I wasn't a weakling, after all. I had never lowered my head to anybody and I had always been free and forthright. But I was too exhausted. I glanced up at Trevor. It felt like a huge ocean separated us, even though we were just a few steps away.
I exhaled quietly in my heart and let go of my fixation after many years. I have made the decision to no longer like you, Trevor…