Loraine, as if intending to stab her to death just by staring.


    “Loraine, what’s your n? Don’t act Like a saint, I refuse to think you have any good intentions…”


    As Keely uttered these words, Loraine moved towards her with an air of tranquility.


    At the sight of this, Keely faltered. Recollections of all the tactics


    Loraine had previously used against her involuntarily shed in her mind.


    She realized the woman before her was far from the country woman she once tormented.


    This realization caused panic to wash over Keely’s face. Unable to contain her fear, she recoiled and in


    a quivering voice questioned,


    “What are you nning next? I’m already in this state, why won’t you let me be?”


    Loraine cast her a peculiar look and casually extracted something from her pocket.


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    On noticing Loraine’s hand movement, Keely remembered the stinging sensation on her face she had


    experienced earlier. She involuntarily shut her eyes, her body shaking, as though expecting another


    p.


    But the anticipated agony never arrived. Instead, a heavy object was dropped into her pocket.


    Loraine, watching Keely’s distressing disy, uttered in an exasperated tone, “I was merely returning


    your phone. What do you think


    I’m going to do?”


    She found no joy in exploiting someone’s vulnerability. Keely’s present predicament, though self-made,


    was truly deplorable. It could be considered her receiving the deserved punishment. Loraine had no


    ns to inflict further misery.


    Keely, filled with both fury and disbelief, struggled to maintain her poise and in a coarse voice, she


    demanded, “Loraine, what’s your ulterior motive? Just say it. Do you relish seeing me in this miserable


    state? I’m done for, just as you desired. Marco doesn’t care for me anymore. Even Jorge can’t help me


    now!”


    Toward the end, Keely’s voice wavered, and was soaked in tears. She had reached the point of


    complete defeat, losing even the final glimmer of hope that could have rescued her.


    What intensified her sorrow was Marco’sck of reaction to all that transpired.


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    Keely sniffled, her voice choked with sorrow, and admitted, “Loraine, you’ve emerged victorious.”


    Loraine gently shook her head and sighed, “Keely, it was never my intention to defeat you. You’re the


    one who couldn’t move on and remained obsessed with me. Your feelings have be distorted. You


    truly are insane.”


    Keely vehemently denied being referred to as “insane.” She dreaded the prospect of being confined to


    a mental institution for the remainder of her life. Instinctively, she shot back, “I’m not insane! What


    makes you think so? What’s wrong with my emotions? I’ve known Marco Longer than you have! My


    love for Marco surely surpasses yours! All I wanted was to be with Marco, is that wrong? If you didn’t


    want to defeat me, then why did you steal him from me?”


    With tranquility in her eyes, Loraine softly responded, “Love isn’t a race, nor is it determined by who


    appeared first. Just because you harbor feelings for Marco, does he have to reciprocate? This isn’t


    love, Keely, it’s selfishness. You’ve even hurt others in your quest to be with him, thereby tainting the


    essence of love.”


    Keely tried to formte a rebuttal, but the words froze on her Lips, her face contorting with rage.


    Loraine, observing her, mused aloud, “Considering your current state, psychological help and therapy


    do indeed seem essential.”