Rebecca, little by little, raised her hand and held Benyamin’s hand and squeezed it emotionally while her other hand touched her own chest. “I don’t know how to say this without hurting you, but I can’t accept your love, Mr Benyamin. I’m sorry.” She wasn’t crying, but her voice was heavy enough to clearly convey her feelings.

Benyamin looked very much heart-broken. “Why?” His eyes were clouded by tears. He was putting up the best act of his life.

“You love me, but he loved me first,” Rebecca reasoned with him. “He held my hand first, and he never let it go even when I’ve given him a thousand reasons to run away from me. Even now, his love runs through my veins. His place in my heart will never be replaced. I’m sorry. I’m not doubting your love, but… I can’t think of sharing my life with anyone other than Benjamin.”

“But… didn’t he run away from you?” Benyamin asked, sounding a little desperate. “What kind of husband is he? How can you love such a man?”

“I won’t believe it until I see