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 r