I began to brainwash myself, thinking what I saw that day was just a misunderstanding.
I forced myself to forget what happened that day.
One day, a woman who said she was Luke's fiancée came to me.
Luke went to the company early, and I was about to go out.
When I opened the door, I saw her standing at my door with a smile, and her dimples made her look sweet.
"Ms. Smith?"
She asked and looked me up and down with an innocent look, then looked behind me.
I moved aside and motioned for her to come in.
Her voice was soft and sweet.
"Ms. Smith, my name is Sarah Clarke.
"I should introduce myself. I'm Luke's fiancée."
I sat opposite her, feeling pain in my heart.
"Hello, I'm Olivia Smith."
I tried to keep my voice calm.
Sarah said she was just passing by.
She knew that Luke had a girlfriend here.
But her tone seemed to show she didn't care.
She looked around and then snorted.
She said, "Since Luke was born, he has never lived in such a small house."
Sarah talked a lot about Luke's childhood.
Her tone was gentle, like a soft knife stabbing into my heart, hurting me so much that I couldn't breathe.
She and Luke were childhood sweethearts.
In the evening, Luke came back early.