"Feel free to sue me. Because..."
I trailed off and lifted my gaze to the ominous black aura of ghostly resentment that enveloped her. A slight smile played on my lips.
"Because your days are numbered."
I came back to the home I had rented for our convenience, which was now tainted by Max's betrayal. Therefore, I no longer wished to linger.
I gazed at my reflection in the mirror.
I murmured, "Yes, I'm beautiful."
I possessed both wealth and allure, and countless men were drawn to my charm.
Now, all I desired was a swift shower, a departure from this place, a forgetting of Max, and a fresh beginning.
I bathed for nearly two hours, my fair skin reddening from the heat.
The act of cleansing felt necessary, purging the disgust I harbored.
Emerging from the bathroom, I halted abruptly. My brow furrowed at the emptiness of the room.
"Come out, Scott Fox. Stop hiding," I called out.
In an instant, a man in a crimson ancient costume materialized before me. His face was half-concealed by a ghostly mask.
Yet, even though the mask, his features were striking, youthful, and vibrant, akin to the eternal spring.
Scott leaned indolently against the doorframe with a smile.