Love And Deception Payback

In a dimly lit movie room filled with the smell of old popcorn and the distant hum of projectors, a man clad in black sits alone. His dark clothes seem to blend into the shadows around him, like he's part of the darkness.

It's hard to see him clearly, just a faint outline against the flickering movie screen. The room feels heavy, matching the sadness on his face. His eyes show no emotion as he stares into the cinema's darkness, expressing a deep sadness that words can't capture.

As the movie scenes play, he stays in his own world of solitude and reflection. The soft light reveals the tired lines on his face, telling a silent story of someone looking for a break from the harshness of life. In this dark space, he quietly watches both the drama on screen and the quiet struggles within himself.

Ryan was not always the man who consistently wore a frown on his face. He used to be a sight for sore eyes, wearing the brightest smile, even though his life was far from perfect. However, everything changed after one careless night, but it all really started with a breakup.

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"You're back? Welcome home" Ryan greeted Clara as she entered the house. He glanced at his old wall clock, noting that his girlfriend had returned earlier than usual.

"Babe?" He called out when he noticed the frown on Clara's face. "Are you okay? Did something happen at campus?"

"What's that?" Clara asked, pointing at the envelope Ryan was holding, ignoring his questions.

"Oh," Ryan exclaimed with a burst of excitement. "Take a guess," he teased, but Clara rolled her eyes at him.

"You can see I'm not in a good mood, Ryan," she replied with a deeper frown. "So, spill."

"How about you find out for yourself?" He handed her the envelope, and she snatched it from his hand, quickly scanning its contents.

"What's this?" Clara inquired as her eyes darted across the paper.

"That's my job offer letter!" Ryan announced with infectious excitement. "I just landed a position at Acetone Tech!"

Clara couldn't hold back a scoff, her gaze fixed on Ryan with disbelief. "You..." She paused, stifling further words with an exasperated sigh, her frown deepening as she clenched the paper in her hand.

"What's wrong, Babe?" Ryan inquired, genuinely perplexed by his girlfriend's lack of enthusiasm.

"You didn't secure a job with Acetone Tech!" Clara erupted in frustration, her voice filled with disappointment. "You got hired as a driver for their family."

Ryan attempted to soothe her with a gentle tone. "But it's still a great opportunity, Clara. I'll be working regular hours, wearing a suit, meeting rich people, and the pay is really good."

Clara's frustration intensified as she retorted, "Are you even listening to yourself? This salary is less than what the Acetone's dog food costs!"

"Clara," Ryan called softly, struggling to comprehend why she wasn't pleased with his new job. "This is the best paying job I've ever had."

"That's precisely the issue," Clara exclaimed in a loud voice. "You're barely making ends meet! You're poor. How much longer am I supposed to endure this? We've been together for nearly four years. How long do I have to suffer with you?"

Ryan attempted to reason with her, saying, "I know it's been challenging, Babe, but..."