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I rented a place and started painting on the streets. 

Thanks to my grandmother’s influence, I was quite good at it. 

Every day, I’d sit by the riverbank, listening to music and painting. 

It was truly relaxing and liberating. 

I had come to realize that belonging doesn’t necessarily mean marriage. 

I am my own sense of belonging. 

During my first week in England, I met a painting partner. 

He was an Italian named Luca Romano, handsome and three years older than me, 

He claimed to be an artist who had traveled across the country to paint. 

He found this lifestyle very free and unrestrained. 

He admired my work and we had great conversations. 

We grew closer, spending our days painting together and visiting art exhibitions. 

After a week, Ryan found me. 

His eyes were red, and he stood not far off, watching me interact with Luca. 

Oh, and Sarah had told me that shortly after I left, Ryan had practically scoured the entire city to find me. 

He had been searching and asking around everywhere. 

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He didn’t even care about Lana anymore. 

I really didn’t understand who he loved–he couldn’t let go of me while being ambiguous with 

He walked over step by step. 

“Becca, did you have the baby?” 

His voice was trembling: I had never seen him so desperate before. 

It felt oddly satisfying, after all, he was the one who had wronged me! 

“Yes, if you want Lana, I’ve cleared the way for you.” 

“But it really wasn’t like that with her. She’s not pregnant; she was lying to me.” 

That still proves you had a relationship with her!” 

I yelled. 

Passersby turned to look at us. 

Luca pulled at my sleeve. 

“Shall we discuss this elsewhere?” 

“Who the hell are you?” 

Ryan suddenly glared angrily at him. 

“Don’t you touch my wife.” 

“I’m not your wife!” 

I responded coldly, looking directly at him. 

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“Have you forgotten? We’re not together anymore, and I’m not your wife.” 

His pupils slightly constricted. 

“Becca, let’s go ba 

nd get married, okay?” 

He tried to reach for my hand, but I pulled away. 

“We can’t go back.” 

“I’ve given you many chances.” 

“Please stop harassing me.” 

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