“Ah, that! You know, I asked my dad about it, but he only saw us together one time. He really exaggerated the situation. To be honest, that one instance must have been when she was using me for my money. It’s not like we had a real connection; it felt more transactional than anything else.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unexpressed feelings. I couldn’t help but linger on the stark reality that my encounter with Angel hadn’t borne the substance I had hoped for. Those fleeting moments we shared left me yearning for something more, something meaningful. They were devoid of the warmth and depth I craved; instead, I often felt like nothing more than a convenient source of financial support, trapped in an arrangement that lacked any real emotional engagement. It was dishea
