Goodbye, My Love

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

“Loraine, what’s your plan? 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 flashed 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 planning next? I’m already in this state, why won’t you let me be?” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

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

Angela’s Library

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 slap.

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

Loraine, watching Keely’s distressing display, 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 plans 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’s lack of reaction to all that transpired.

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 become 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 formulate 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.”