The world around him had blurred, reduced to a singular focus: tearing Ross away from Althea and ending this nightmare.
"I'm going to kill the two of you!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the room.
For years, he had been the envy of everyone—rich, famous, and with the most beautiful girlfriend by his side.
His life had been perfect. Had been. Until now.
Reaching the bed, Robin lunged at Althea, his hand outstretched to grab her arm.
But that was all he managed to do—reach.
"Pak!
The sound of Althea's slap cracked like a thunderclap.
Robin's vision blurred as his head snapped to the side, and he stumbled backward, tripping over the edge of the bed and crashing to the floor.
Dazed, he clutched his stinging cheek, the unmistakable imprint of her hand already blossoming red against his skin.
When he looked up, his disbelief was palpable.
His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he stared at Althea, who remained poised on the bed, her eyes blazing with resolve.
"I told you, Robin," she said, her voice cold and unyielding.
"I may still have so feelings for you, but they're nothing compared to what I feel for Ross. My love for him is imasurable—sothing you could never hope to understand. So don't interfere with our first night together."
Her lips curved into a wicked smile, her tone softening into sothing dangerously sweet.
"Of course, you're free to watch. Maybe even play with yourselves. Not that it'll matter after tonight."
Her last words were a whisper, so quiet that only Ross could hear them.
He smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Althea knew him too well—better than anyone ever had—and every word from her lips was a testant to her devotion.
Robin staggered to his feet, his fists trembling with frustration and humiliation.
He opened his mouth to retort, but no words ca out.
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The caran, who had been filming everything, exchanged uneasy glances but didn't dare stop recording.
The scene was too magnetic, too surreal to interrupt.
One of their hands was also busy playing with their man tools. That never stopped at all.
Althea didn't spare Robin another glance.
She turned back to Ross, her hands sliding up his chest as she pressed her lips to his once more.
For her, Robin was already a relic of the past—forgotten, irrelevant, and powerless to change what had already been set in motion.
Robin for his part stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat.
For several monts, he couldn't move, couldn't think.
His cheek still burned from Althea's slap, but the pain barely registered.
It was nothing compared to the turmoil raging inside him.
He replayed the strike in his mind, each mont a cruel reminder of how drastically things had changed.
Althea, the woman he had cherished for six long years, had not only turned her back on him but had physically lashed out.
The woman he thought he knew—the sweet, caring, virtuous woman—felt like a stranger now.
He thought of all the ti he had spent with her, nurturing their love, putting her happiness above all else.
He had always believed they were destined to be together, that their bond was unshakable.
But now, staring at her as she tangled herself around Ross without sha or hesitation, that belief shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces.
"Just give up, man," one of the caran quipped, breaking the suffocating silence.
His tone was casual, almost amused, as he adjusted the angle of his cara to better capture the scene.
"Althea's found herself a new daddy. And hey, you're famous and handso—you'll bounce back. Beautiful girls are everywhere."
Robin's fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles whitening as he fought back the urge to lash out.
He wanted to scream, to punch sothing, to do anything to release the storm of emotions tearing him apart.
But he couldn't. He just couldn't.
"And watch where you're running next ti, Robin!" the other caraman chid in, shooting him a scowl.
"You nearly ruined the greatest sex scandal of all ti!"
Robin recognized the man as the one he had tripped over earlier in his blind rage.
The caraman was already back to filming, his attention entirely on the bed, where Althea and Ross were completely absorbed in each other.
Robin's vision blurred as tears welled up in his eyes.
He blinked rapidly, trying to keep them at bay, but they spilled over, hot and unchecked.
He hated himself for crying, hated the weakness it showed.
But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't stop.
"Pathetic," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.
He stood there, unmoving, as the scene played out before him like a grotesque theater of betrayal.
Althea's laughter rang out, soft and lodic, but it felt like a dagger to his chest.
She pressed herself closer to Ross, her movents fluid and uninhibited, every action a stark contrast to the modest, reserved woman Robin had known.
The love they had shared felt like a distant mory, a cruel illusion that had been ripped away to reveal the truth: she had never truly been his.
She belonged to Ross now, heart, body, and soul.
Robin's tears continued to fall as the realization sank in. He was no longer part of her world.
She had made her choice, and it wasn't him.
For the first ti in his life, he felt truly powerless, like a spectator in his own tragedy.
The caran continued their work, occasionally muttering to each other about angles and lighting, their indifference only deepening Robin's humiliation.
He wanted to yell at them, to demand they stop, but what was the point?
Nothing he said or did would change the outco.
Defeated, Robin wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, but the tears wouldn't stop.
In the end, Robin just stood there, watching helplessly as the scene unfolded before him.
He felt utterly impotent, powerless to do anything to change the situation.
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