My hand holding the cup suddenly paused. I looked up at the speaker.
The corner of my mouth twitched. I forced a smile, saying, "Do you think I look like Lamar?"
"Yes, you do look alike. You two looked alike in college," he said.
I stared at Lamar, who was smiling.
"Yes, we do look alike. We are fucking alike."
I stared straight at him, furrowing my brows. I clenched my fists, making them turn white.
"Troy looks like him. He is like a young Lamar."
The door to the private box was pushed open.
Linda walked hand in hand with Troy without any hesitation.
Everyone looked at me, intentionally or unintentionally.
I felt uncomfortable and painful all over my body.
I had an urge to cry. Intense and suppressed emotions filled all over my heart.
"It hurts me even more to find out that Linda has someone else for the first time."
"Have I been deceived all these years?"
