ACT II

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"Do you still love him?"

I couldn't help but scoff at his question. Seriously, after being together for seven years, you'd think he'd know me better than that. Ivo Moretti is nothing more than a distant memory now. Whatever happened between us is buried deep in the past.


"I don't love him anymore, Kev."

His footsteps echoed behind me, drawing closer until his arms encircled my waist. As his touch enveloped me, my body instinctively relaxed against his. "Are you sure?" he whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear.

With unwavering certainty, I turned to face him, "I am sure," I replied, my voice laced with conviction.

If I were to meet Ivo now, I can meet his gaze without a flicker of emotion. Seven years have passed, and it's safe to say we've all moved on. 



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