“Yes, she pursued me because I was the Moonlight Knight. We soon got together.” Wayne smiled, reminiscing about a fabricated memory while he once again pictured Filomina putting on a sheet mask.0

Envious, Filomina gritted her teeth and stood up to hold Wayne’s arm. “I love you. Be with me!”0

Love me? You don’t even want my body!0

Wayne shook his head and pushed her away. “I’m sorry. My heart is occupied and doesn’t have room for more people. You’re a good woman. I don’t deserve you.”0

The roundabout rejection infuriated Filomina. Her eyes turned bloodshot, and her knuckles went white as the single-edged sword trembled in her grip. How could there be no room for her? If Wayne just forgot the other Filomina from the outer world, wouldn’t there be space for her?0

She was so jealous of her other self that it hurt. That Filomina lived in a peaceful world, happily married to a loving husband, and they even had a child. She, on the other hand, had nothing, and it was all she could do to look into the mirror!0

Jealousy begot resentment. She wished from the bottom of her heart that she could destroy her other self’s happiness.0

Wayne had thoughtlessly painted himself as a devoted...0