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She could not help but smile at the sight of him, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her like a cozy embrace. Nestling on the bed, she curled up like a contented kitten, savoring the moment as she watched him with admiration.

His cold eyes locked onto hers, and the weight of his words was enough to crush the little dream she had been holding onto.

"I see you are still the bitch you were back then."

He did not mean it, right?

The hurt in her heart was palpable, and she struggled to find the right words to defend herself. But he did not seem to care about her feelings as he continued, "A desperate woman like you, who can sleep with her ex-husband, can not imagine being around any man."

Her vulnerability turned into a mix of anger and sadness. She wanted to explain that the night they spent together was an attempt to find closure, but she knew it would be futile. He had already made up his mind, and there was no room for understanding or empathy.

'How can he do this to me?' she