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Georgia was fuming, her heart seething with thoughts of revenge. Learning that Alaric frequented

nightclubs and had a string of casual flings that often ended in one-night stands, she decided to get

even, sleeping with her dates.

Alaric's face was taut with tension when he learned it. He had also been with Hertha and knew too well

that there would be no signs of virginity to be discerned if it was Hertha with him last night. This left him

unable to figure out who he had actually spent the previous night with.

Hertha was totally drunk and clueless about what happened, while Georgia adamantly claimed it was

her who had been with him. Despite his fragmented memory and the hazy recollections from the

alcohol, Alaric couldn't be sure.

Irritated, he splashed water on his face and said, “Look, Georgia, you know I see a lot of women.

Sleeping together doesn't mean anything.”

His words cut deep, and Georgia couldn't hold back any longer. She lashed out, her voice rising with

indignation, “Alaric, what the hell are you trying to say? That you can just hit it and quit it? We were

practically engaged, remember?”

Alaric's pet peeve was Georgia's high-maintenance attitude, her tendency to raise hell over anything.

Her shrill voice was giving him a headache.

Covering his ears with his hands, he waited for her tirade to subside before finally letting go. Standing

up and turning his back to her, he said, “It's getting late. We should both head home.”

With that, he strode out of the room, leaving Georgia alone with her grievances.

“Alaric, why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?” Georgia shouted after his retreating

figure, tears streaming down her face. In response, she only heard the door slam shut.

Alaric was gone, without offering a single word of comfort to her.

Devastated, Georgia collapsed into sobs.

Meanwhile, Hertha left the hotel, not bothering to hail a cab. She walked on so fast that she couldn't

feel the pebbles against her feet. Despite knowing that Alaric had been with other women, and even

more intimately with Georgia, seeing them together was too much for her. Her heart was in agony, and

she walked on aimlessly, not knowing where she was going or what she intended to do.

Sitting on the steps, she stared at the blood oozing from the wound in her palm. The physical pain

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"Ow, ow, it hurts so much," Hertha cried out loud.