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Eighteen

Franco's POV

He was really shocked when suddenly his dead fiancée was standing in front of him.

He doesn't know whether to hug her or touch her.

He couldn't believe that the woman he was mourning was in front of him.

He only moved aside when she asked them if they didn't have a plan to let her in.

Both he and Jean could not talk.

They found themselves following her actions.

When she sat on the sofa, they did the same.

When she started talking, he just listened to her voice.

She's the same Lorianne he'd been supposed to marry if not for the tragedy that killed him.

No, it didn't kill her, because she was in front of him.

When she started talking and asking them why they didn't do what they should do. He is guilty about it. She was right.

All of those actions they should have done could have given them more possibilities that they could have found her if they only put in extra efforts to replace her. When she cried, he wanted to hug her, but he didn't have the guts to do it. He failed her.

The pain, he could hear it in her voice as she spoke.

After, she poured out all her disappointments in front of them.

She left them without saying goodbye but with a wish,

"*May the two of you have the best life.*"

They were silent for a couple more minutes.

Jean looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"Franco, now that Yane is alive, what will happen to us?" she asks.

"You can tell me; you said you knew her better than me, right? Why are you opposed to my opinion about taking a DNA sample? Why?" he replied. He is angry with the woman in front of her right now.

Lorianne was right about her. Her friendship is now questionable.

Why didn't she support me when I wanted to take a DNA sample from the body we buried?

Why didn't I insist instead when she told me that she knew her friend very well, because they were inseparable?

They live under one roof.

They live as family?

There are too many what-ifs.

"Why Jean?" he asked one more time.

The woman cried even more.

"Answer me, Jean." He wanted to know her reason.

"Okay, because I'm in love with you, but you love her," she replied.

He was shocked by her answer.

It made him angrier.

"So, you wish that she was dead?" he said in a loud voice.

"I'm sorry," she just said while crying.

"Tell me, you also planned that day when you slept with me," he said, holding both her shoulders, trying to see her face.

That day, when they were both drunk, something happened between them.

She told him before she left that she was not going to force him onto her.

She would forget what had happened to them.

But while he was on his way to the airport, his conscience told him not to be a coward.

He has to face the consequences of his action.

He thought about Lorianne; she would be happy if he abandoned her best friend.

Jean is the only family Lorianne has. So he quickly asked the taxi driver to come back, and they went to Jean and Lorianne's house.

When the taxi was almost at the place, he saw a woman walking. He knows her; it's Jean with a backpack on her back.

He asked the driver to stop.

He got down and asked Jean to get in the car.

She refused, but he told her that he would not abandon her because she was the only family member of his fiancée. They started there.

His mother told him that love could be learned.

So he convinced himself that he would teach himself to love the woman loved by his dead fiancée.

For eight months, he tried his best to become a loving husband.

He asked his mother's advice on what he should do. And she told him to act like a real man.

"Yane is gone; you have a life to live. Jean seemed to be kind. You will learn to love her when you live together," she said. He thought that love could be learned like what his mother told him, not after he saw her.

Lorianne.

He still loves her.

She's the one he dreamed of spending his life with.

But she hated him.

"Franco, I love you. I never ask anything in return; all I want is just to be with you," Jean told him in between her cries.

"You manipulated me; you took advantage of my sadness to get into me," he said through gritted teeth.

"No Franco, I have loved you from the very first day I saw you, but Yane came in between us, and you diverted your attention to her," she said, crying, holding his hands. "Liar!" he shouted.

"I never loved you; I became good to you because you were her only family," he said.

He wanted to strangle her neck right now.

He pushed her; he didn't want to touch her anymore.

All he wants to do is get out of this place.

We quickly went to their bedroom and took out the luggage under the bed.

"Franco, what are you doing?" He didn't notice that the woman had followed him.

"What do you think?" he answered in question as well.

"Franco, don't leave me; we're married. Yane is gone. She's gone," she said, hugging my back while crying.

Before I felt pity for her, but now I don't.

She manipulated everything.

If she hadn't' opposed my plan before, I would have married the woman of my dreams.

"We can annul our marriage, Jean; that would not be a problem. If you want, I will ask my lawyer now," he said.

"Franco, please don't do this to me. I did everything so that you would learn to love me. I could be your slave; just don't leave me. Please," she begged.

When she tried to hug him again, he pushed her and left her stranded on the floor.

"Franco!" she cried, begging.

"Move; don't interfere with my decisions right now. You have interfered with my life for eight months already," he said.

He is not like that. He is a patient man, but this woman has pushed him to his limit.

He never thought that she had a different motive.

He wanted to think that she also had involvement in the tragedy.

Maybe he really doesn't know her.

The kindness.

The sweetness.

It's only on the surface.

Then, maybe he has to take action.

He must leave immediately.

After he closed the luggage, he put on his shirt.

He took his laptop, his phone, and his wallet and put them in his briefcase.

All his important documents are in his briefcase, his passport, and other valuable things.

When he was ready, he went out of the room.

The woman kept following him crying, but he would never be deceived by her.

"You can stay here if you want," he said.

He is not planning to come back to this place anyway.

He knows that it was too late to conduct some investigation, but he wants to dig deeper regarding the incident that has killed many innocent lives.