After their meal, I could only trail behind them, watching numbly as Janet, without blinking an eye, booked a room at a five-star hotel.
All of this was money I earned through my blood, sweat, and tears!
A cold expression crossed Janet's face, her words dripping with disdain and contempt.
"Don't mention that loser. He's worked for seven years and still can't afford a house, forcing me to live in a rented place all this time."
"A person like him, what's the point of even being alive? He might as well be dead!"
Each word was like a knife, cutting deeply into my heart, the pain making my soul tremble.
I had slaved away for her for seven years, giving her the best life I could, only to be told I didn't even deserve to live.
If this was the result of my seven years of atonement, then why didn't I just die right after the incident all those years ago?
What is the meaning of my life as a monk for these seven years?
"Forget that loser. Janet, it's been years; did you miss me? You little minx, you're even more beautiful than you were seven years ago!"
"Oh, stop talking. Let me taste you, this pure little lady, and see if you're as sweet as you were back then…"