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Charles's kick landed hard, and there was no holding back. His face was twisted with disdain. Dahlia was tossed aside like she was nothing, ending up sprawled on the ground in sheer humiliation. It all happened so quickly that for a moment, Dahlia's mind went blank. She couldn't wrap her head around what had just gone down until the sharp sting of pain brought her back to reality. It wasn't a figment of her imagination; Charles had actually been rough with her.

Dahlia slowly lifted her head, looking at Charles from a few steps away, her eyes wide with disbelief. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the mist in her eyes to get a clearer view of him. She searched his face, hoping to see some flicker of compassion or hesitation. Even a tiny bit would've been enough. But there was nothing. Just a cold, unyielding expression. His eyes were like a raging fire, as if he wanted to burn her to ashes.

Tears welled up again in Dahlia’s eyes. This time, they weren’t for show, not an attempt to win Charles over with pity. This was genuine heartbreak. She couldn't accept that Charles felt nothing for her. Her legs felt like jelly, unable to support her anymore. She lay there, looking up at him, refusing to give up. "Charles," she pleaded, "after ten years, if you take Debbie out of the equation, have you really never felt anything for me? Is there truly no place in your heart for me?"

"None," Charles shot back without a second thought. He hadn't realized it before. Why he couldn't get close to her even though she was Debbie. But today, now that she wasn't Debbie at all, he finally got it. All along, his feelings for Dahlia were painted with shades of Debbie. He saw Dahlia, but he was really looking at Debbie.

"I don't buy it! You're lying! How could you have treated me so well just because of an identity?" Dahlia shouted, breaking down as Charles watched her with cold indifference. His voice was brutally clear. "Dahlia, without Debbie’s identity, you mean nothing to me."