I looked at this man who used to have eyes only for me and my heart grew colder and colder. 

I slapped Jean across the face.

"You want me to apologize?"

I looked at Jean's stunned face.

"In your dreams!"

I unbuckled Jean's seatbelt, pointed to the car door and said, "Get out!"

I watched Jean look at me with an unreadable expression and he left with an angry glare, "You will regret this!"

Then, Jean slammed the door and left.

Through the car window, I could still see Jean catching up with Gwen, grabbing her hand forcefully. 

I watched Gwen struggle a few times and finally she collapsed into Jean's arms, crying uncontrollably. 

It was so heart-breaking to see that scene, until tears could not help flowing.

The pain made my hands tremble so much that I could barely hold the steering wheel.  

I was shaking so badly that when I drove past the two people embracing each other, 

I clearly saw that prostitute woman giving me a defiant look, silently declaring to me, “This battle, I won.”

Jean and I were in a cold war. All of Jean's friends came to mediate, trying to persuade me.

"Juliet, Jean just feels sorry for that girl; it's not love at all. Don't overthink it."

Our mutual friends all said, "You two have come a long way together. Last time Jean was drunk, he was still calling your name.”

“Jean said that seeing Gwen always reminds him of you from the past; he just wants to make up for the hardships you went through back then."

I listened to my friends talking about our past.

I remembered how we started from nothing.

I remembered how we fought with stray dogs for food as children.

I remembered that day when our parents went on a trip and both died in that accident, leaving us alone.  

Our older relatives took all our property, turning us from orphans into homeless children.

It was Jean who hugged me tightly and said, "Juliet, I will definitely give you a home."

Back then, "home" was a distant concept.

Between the many lights, there wasn't one that belonged to us. 

Every brick and tile in the city was so expensive, but Jean let me live in the most luxurious apartment in the city, filling the house with memories of the two of us. 

Even the corners and edges were padded with soft protective strips because he was afraid I would bump into them.

Jean always said, "Juliet, in my heart, you will always be a child."

"I want you, Juliet Mason, to be the happiest princess in the world."