If I could catch some 'intimate' moments between Elvis and his confidante...
Hmm...
Then I could divorce him without any hesitation.
The thought of possibly regaining my freedom excited me, and I quickly forgot about my pride.
Elvis and his confidante arranged to meet at a high-end café in the city center.
I sneaked in, trying to stay out of sight. Finally, I found a seat at a dimly lit corner diagonally behind Elvis, where I could see them clearly, but they wouldn't notice me—a prime spot.
With everything ready, I zoomed in my camera, capturing every move Elvis and his confidante made.
In the frame, Elvis' confidante was crying pitifully, as though her heart was breaking.
But that heartless jerk, Elvis, showed no sympathy, not even offering her a tissue.
Feeling a mix of sympathy and frustration, I couldn't help but curse him in my heart.
What a cold-hearted scumbag!
And how blind must that woman be!
The scene was so still. I lost my appetite.
Come on, kiss! Hug!
Do something exciting!
Just as I was lifting my coffee to perk myself up, the woman suddenly became agitated and reached out to grab Elvis' hand.
My excitement spiked.