Dione had never learned sculpture. Instead, she had painstakingly taught herself, spending three sleepless days and nights to carve a figure of the two of them, calling it “Dina.”
At the time, Cedric had treated it like a treasure, placing “Dina” in the most visible spot in his office.
To Dione, “Dina” wasn’t just a sculpture; it carried a piece of her soul. She couldn’t bear the thought of it being tainted, especially by the sight of Cedric and Ophelia being so affectionate with each other every day.
Without hesitation, she snatched “Dina,” now gathering dust, and left the studio in a hurry.
Cedric was just about to chase after her when Ophelia’s dramatic cry echoed from behind.
“Master, I twisted my ankle; it hurts so much...”
His steps faltered, and once again, Dione was left to slip away.
As she reached the intersection, it hit her that she was leaving for abroad tomorrow. She paused, deciding she should tell Cedric before she left.
Turning back, she made her way toward the studio once more.
At the corner, Dione spotted Ophelia holding onto Cedric’s hand, refusing to let go.
“Cedric, my foot really hurts. I’m not lying to you…”
Cedric frowned and gently rubbed her nose.
“Why did you put my things in a box and upset Dione? I need to go comfort her.”
Ophelia shook his arm, her voice dripping with sweetness.
“I really envy Dione, having a husband who loves her so much. Unlike me... I’m like a discarded doll, tossed aside.”
“Stop talking nonsense,” Cedric said, frowning. “If your foot hurts, go to the hospital and get checked out.”
“I don’t want to go to the hospital. Don’t you remember the accident a few days ago? You were so wild in the hospital.”
“You almost let the nurses see everything. You’re so annoying.”
Cedric quickly covered her mouth, his eyes darting around.
“Keep your voice down. Someone will hear!”
Ophelia chuckled, her hands playfully punching his chest.
“Now you care about keeping things quiet. Last night, didn’t you want everyone to hear?”
Cedric smiled, pulling her closer, pressing her head against his chest, and wrapping his arms around her waist.
Dione stood frozen, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her fist was clenched so tightly it felt as though her nails were digging into her skin.
At home, she collapsed, gathering everything that reminded her of the two of them and taking it to the rooftop. There, she set it all ablaze.