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Fighting over a man who’d already changed hearts was like fighting over a used, bloodied tissue. Absolutely meaningless.
And the irony?
That towel Elsa was wearing-Lily had bought it for John.
When she moved out two weeks ago, she had forgotten to throw it away.
John hadn’t expected Lily to appear just now. Rubbing his temples in frustration, he tried to explain, “Elsa got rear-ended. She fell when she got out of the car, dirtied her clothes. This place was closest, so she came to clean up. Don’t overthink it.”
“I’m not.”
Lily found his words more ridiculous than reassuring.
If he truly didn’t want anything to happen between them, he could’ve taken Elsa to a nearby hotel. Instead, knowing full well what Elsa wanted, he’d brought her home.
How clean. How innocent.
There was no point loving him anymore. No point screaming, no point crying.
Besides, he was just her ex. She didn’t owe him anything.
She only wanted to retrieve her parents’ keepsake.
Spotting the necklace on Elsa’s neck, Lily decided to snatch it when Elsa least expected it.
But before she could even touch her, Elsa shrieked dramatically.
“Lily, what are you doing?!”
And just like that, the towel slipped off.
Nothing underneath.
“Elsa!”
John hadn’t expected this sudden turn either.
He hadn’t seen clearly what Lily did, but instinct told him she had pulled the towel off.
To him, her actions were absolutely unacceptable.
His already cold voice turned frigid. “Lily, how could you? Elsa’s a woman-how could you rip off her towel in public?”
He bent down, ready to retrieve the towel and wrap it back around Elsa.
But Lily was faster.
She grabbed the towel and tossed it straight into the trash bin.
Ignoring Elsa’s shrill wails and John’s growing anger, she sneered, “She came all the way to a man’s house to shower and strut around in a towel-wasn’t she waiting for it to fall off?”
“Let’s be real-even if I had pulled it off, it’d only fulfill her wish. Oh, and she had to wear the towel I bought as John’s ex… What, you two can’t afford another towel?”
“Lily! That’s enough!”
Seeing Elsa’s proud face now smeared with humiliation, her tears falling silently, John snapped.
“Apologize. To Elsa.”
Lily actually laughed at that.
He talked a big game about staying faithful-but there he was, holding a naked Elsa in his arms.
Where did he get the gall to scold her?
She didn’t apologize. Instead, she gave Elsa a once-over, head to toe.
“You two really are pure.”
“Naked like this? Absolutely clean and chaste.”
Only then did John realize Elsa, completely exposed, was still clinging to him.
But Lily had thrown the towel in the trash.
And with his germophobia, there was no way he’d dig it back out.
Elsa trembled in his arms, crying harder and harder.
Worried a maid might walk by and see her like that, John had no choice but to carry her into the nearby guest room.
“Lily, do whatever you want!”
His parting words rang out like a curse.
As the guest room door slammed shut in her face, Lily stood there frozen.
She wanted to laugh-but her eyes burned red.
She didn’t believe for a second that John didn’t understand Elsa’s little games.
But every single time, he chose to let them slide.
And honestly-maybe that was for the best.
He and Elsa could cling to each other all they wanted. She was marrying James in just fifteen days.
After that, they’d all stay out of each other’s lives.
That was fine. That was perfect.
As she walked downstairs, Lily didn’t leave immediately.
Last time, when she moved out, she’d only focused on clearing out her and John’s belongings. She had forgotten the small iron box buried beneath the silk tree in the backyard.
There was a tradition in her hometown:
Two people in love would each cut a lock of hair, tie them together, and bury them beneath a silk tree-so they could be together for all eternity.
Back then, she had loved John so deeply, so irrationally, that she’d blindly followed that custom. She had braided their hair together, sealed it in an iron box, and buried it beneath the tree.
But now… she didn’t want to be with him anymore.
So she was here to destroy it all.
She had come prepared.
The box wasn’t buried deep. She unearthed it quickly.
Inside, their hair was still tightly entwined-indistinguishably close, intimately bound. A bond that now felt like mockery.
She lit the lighter she had brought with her and set fire to the hair-burning not just the strands, but her heart, her love, everything she had ever given him.
Just as the flame took hold, her phone rang, shrill and urgent.
Seeing John’s name on the screen, she hesitated-then answered.
His voice, sharp and annoyed, came through immediately. “Lily, don’t overthink this. Today was an accident. There’s nothing between me and Elsa. I won’t let her come to our house again. If you don’t want to apologize, I won’t force you, but stop going after her.”
“Mm.”
Sure. Holding a naked Elsa in his arms-they were definitely “nothing.”
She didn’t argue. She simply hung up, blocked his number, and tossed her phone into her pocket.
He was standing by the window.
From there, he could’ve seen the silk tree out back.
He could’ve seen her burning the box, burning their promise of forever.
But he hadn’t looked.
He was too busy comforting Elsa. Too busy holding her.
So the fire burned undisturbed-just like how she would walk out of his life, marry someone else, and never look back.
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