Molly timidly looked down at the phone in her hands. It was the third phone which Brian had given her, but there was nothing important in it. The only precious thing to her was the photo of the snowman, which they had made together when Brian was trying to cheer her up, even though he only did it because he didn't want his day ruined by her bad mood.
Molly smiled weakly but the sadness in her eyes didn't fade away. Brian was never her man, not even for a single second. He had just drifted into her life and made her his toy. In the end, he had become a stranger once again. A mistress was the last thing she wanted to be, especially since Brian's real girlfriend was Becky.
But why was she so sad when she heard that Becky was back and that Brian was staying with her?
Molly thought to herself, 'You fell in love with Brian just because he made you feel safe. You're not attracted to him at all. You just wanted to be protected. You only feel this way about him because you're so emotionally insecure. It's not true love at all.'
Gritting her teeth, Molly squeezed the phone in her hands.
Eric was getting more and more annoyed at her sad expressions. He turned away from her and looked ahead, while a smirk crept back into his face. Very slowly, he said,"Oh, I almost forgot. There's something else that I need to tell you. The suite where you had met Brian at Sophia Hotel last time, was reserved for Becky."
If what he had said earlier made Molly feel bitter, this went beyond all that emotion. She was in real shock. It struck her like a bolt out of the blue.
Molly looked up at Eric, and she was so stunned that she forgot to hide her feelings. Her eyes were wide open and her face was deathly pale as she stared at him without knowing what to say. At that moment, the only thing on her mind was that Brian may have thought of her as Becky on the night when she had stumbled into his room and slept with him.
She didn't know why she had to see it that way, but somehow, at that moment, she was sure that was what had happened. There was a voice inside her, telling her that this was the right answer.
Now she was completely out of breath and there was nothing she could do about it. Flustered and panicked, she frantically shifted her gaze from side to side, from far to near, but she couldn't focus on anything around her. Breathing had become the most difficult thing in the world and she felt like she was going to explode in a few seconds.
Eric abruptly stopped the car and it screeched.
Traffic had become lighter and the screech was heard loudly. The grinding noise of the tires sounded through the night street.
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