"She’s the other woman! She’s seducing him!
"But Benjamin won’t fall for it. She’s setting herself up for heartbreak."
Young Eleanor’s voice was full of confidence, dismissing Mia entirely.
After all, what did Mia have to attract him?
In terms of looks, she couldn’t hold a candle to me.
In terms of figure, she didn’t have my curves.
In terms of education, she was just a poor student from an ordinary university.
Yet, this plain and unremarkable Mia, who would blend into any crowd, had effortlessly stolen all of Benjamin's love and captured his complete attention.
"She's different."
Standing at the doorway with my suitcase in hand, I murmured softly, "She’s different."
My words were so faint, carried away by the breeze, leaving no trace.
Yet, in the vast silence of our villa, each syllable resonated clearly.
Young Eleanor, at the age of eighteen, had all of Benjamin’s love. Secure in being loved, she was confident that Benjamin would never love anyone else.
But at the age of thirty-eight, I was slowly being discarded by him, left with nothing, and eventually even committed to a mental institution.