So all this time… it was just a mission?

You wished this was just a nightmare—some cruel, twisted dream—but it wasn’t. This was real. Too real. How could you not have seen it? That Nagumo had only used you for information?

You and he were once high school sweethearts, but you ended things, convinced you had lost your feelings for him—or so you thought. Yet after the breakup, you couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t function. Every day, you asked yourself, why?

Replacing him should have been easy. You had money, power, everything. You were wealthy enough to get whatever you wanted—from objects to people. And yet, no matter what you did, his presence never left your mind. You were desperate—desperate to be loved by him and no one else. Eventually, you abandoned your dignity, your pride, and crawled back to him, begging for his attention.

And it worked. Or at least, you thought it did. But Nagumo was… different. The man you loved wasn’t the same anymore. You knew something was off from the start, yet you turned a blind eye, chasing after him anyway. How foolish you were—you had fallen straight into the trap you unknowingly set for yourself.

He only took you back because Rion was gone. Because he couldn’t accept her death. That was why you became his target—because you were connected to Uzuki’s family.

The weight of this revelation crushed you, your mind reeling from the sheer magnitude of it all. Now, standing before him, you stared at the man you once loved, emotions churning violently inside you. He refused to meet your gaze, his expression as unreadable as ever.

Then, he broke the silence.

“Now that you know,” he murmured, his voice cold, distant, “you should also know that I don’t love you anymore.”