He opened the window and continued smoking. Dennis opened his cellphone gallery, looking at the portraits of himself and Tiara and their togetherness. “Today I married someone, honey. Why didn't you come? Didn't you get the news? Why didn't you ruin my marriage, hm?” Dennis took a deep breath and then exhaled. Every day, his mind never stopped asking about Tiara's whereabouts. Only a resignation letter in very formal language that Tiara left behind. After that, nothing else. “Dennis,” Lettya stuttered when she opened the bedroom door two hours later. She didn't know Dennis was waiting for her in the room. "How are you so surprised? Where's the calm expression all this time, hm?” asked Dennis with a thin snort. “I thought you were staying in another room tonight.” Lettya, with her calm expression, approached the dressing table, intending to remove the make-up on her face. “Sure, but I have some business to do first.” Dennis with his cold voice stubbed out the cigarette, then approa
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