[From: My Secret Admirer
Of course not. I actually watched all your movies. It feels surreal that I’m talking to you—even if it’s just through messages. I’m already glad with that.]
Melissa bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. She had been exchanging message after message with her secret admirer ever since she reached out to him. Their conversations flowed so naturally that it made her wonder why it was so easy to talk to this man.
"He’s really sweet," she whispered, her cheeks blushing. "He didn’t even care about the news."
Melissa had subtly explained her side of the story, telling him that the articles about her weren’t true. That they were exaggerated to make her look bad. Her admirer told her he already knew the articles weren’t true, and that he believed in her completely. It was why he sent the gift to make her feel better.
"When was the last time I talked to someone like this?" she wondered aloud just as another message arrived.
[From: My Secret Admirer
Don’t think about what people say. They are useless. Those who really know you will know the truth.]
Melissa’s eyes softened as she replied:
[Sadly, everyone believed it. Even the people I thought wouldn’t get swayed by one story.]
[From: My Secret Admirer
Not everyone. I don’t believe a word they said.]
Melissa exhaled in relief, thanking him for listening and believing in her. She hadn’t heard his voice nor seen his face, yet the warmth she felt through his words comforted her more than she expected.
Maybe it was because she was in such a vulnerable state that the usual things she cared about didn’t matter anymore. Or maybe it was because she didn’t have Derek to hold on to. Derek—who had the looks and the money—but not this kind of gentleness. Either way, she felt grateful for every message from her secret admirer.
[From: My Secret Admirer
Have you eaten? Please don’t forget to take care of yourself. It might be hard now, but this will pass too.]
Melissa smiled faintly and thanked him again, changing the topic to something lighter. Their conversation continued, and he kept reminding her to eat and rest. For the first time since the engagement party, she found the strength to get up and go downstairs to eat.
"Melissa?"
Jasmine, who had caught sight of her daughter at the dining table, walked closer.
Melissa didn’t respond, eating quietly while her eyes stayed glued to her phone. Jasmine frowned and approached until she heard her daughter chuckle softly.
"Melissa?" she called again, finally getting her attention.
Unlike in the past few days, Melissa’s face was brighter now. The swelling around her eyes hadn’t completely faded, but she no longer looked devastated.
"Have you and Derek made up?" Jasmine asked as she sat two seats away. "Is everything fine between you two?"
Melissa pouted. "Mom, after what happened, Derek and I are over."

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