In the middle of the night, Carlos was at a hilltop, sitting on his car’s hood. Charles’ mask was right next to him.

He was looking at the lights of the city all around him. Despite being surrounded by millions of sparkling lights, he still felt alone. His chest felt heavy yet empty.

He looked like a broken soul, his expression barely changing even though minutes kept passing.

It had been a few hours since he left the Myers’ mansion, but he still couldn’t forget the hug he, as Charles, received from Sofia.

‘Wife and husband should be each other’s most precious mirror of love.’

He had expected that before marriage, but what he received from Sofia was far from love. When she could so easily hug Charles, why couldn’t she hug Carlos who had been more loyal than a dog to her? No matter how much he thought about it, he just couldn’t understand it.

Thinking about how utterly pathetic his married life was, tears welled up in his eyes. He squeezed the inner corners of his eyes with his fi