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Yulia walked out of the bar, taking a deep breath. The cool sea breeze of the night dispersed her drunkenness. She looked up and saw a huge silver moon hanging over the sea. The moon was big and round, like a giant pearl. She stared at the moon, tears streaming down her face. She knew she was no longer the same. She was no longer that weak and timid girl from before. Now, she was a unique girl. She had learned to be independent and strong. She knew what she wanted. She also knew how to achieve it. She smiled and wiped away her tears. She decided to go back to her room to rest.
New York had arrived. When disembarking, Alexey saw me with my arm around Yulia's shoulder, intimately whispering in her ear. "What are you two whispering about?" he asked curiously. I smiled faintly, "It's a woman's secret." Alexey looked puzzled. He stubbornly believed that there was rarely true friendship among women. But Yulia and I were like inseparable good friends, as well as lovers who blended perfectly together.
In the morning, Alexey saw us sitting at the dining table, fastening each other's garter belts for our stockings. We kissed each other's lips without a care for anyone around us. We gazed deeply into each other's eyes. We flirted shamelessly. Alexey was dumbfounded. He didn't understand—hadn't Yulia and I already broken up?
The cruise ship docked. The public deck was bustling with activity. Two women got into a fight. They pulled each other's hair and tore at each other's dresses, hurling the most vicious insults at one another.
They fought fiercely, exchanging punches and kicks.
"You filthy bitch, you stole my husband!"
"Shut up, you're the filthy bitch!"
"He doesn't love you at all!"
"You are the one he truly loves!"
"You're talking nonsense!"
"No, you are!"
They were tangled in a fierce struggle.
Alexey watched the fight with great interest.
He found the conflict to be utterly ridiculous.
He thought the fight was truly spectacular.
He was quite satisfied.
He enjoyed watching this brawl, fulfilling his peculiar interest in observing women fight.
But when he turned around and saw me and Yulia still intimately linked arm in arm like a pair of lovebirds, his mood soured dramatically.
"Weren't you two broken up?" he couldn't help but ask.
I winked at him, "We just sleep in separate beds."
Alexey was left speechless.
He thought bitterly—
Women are all liars.
Women are all liars.
This was what Alexey's mother had told him.
His mother often warned him: "Never trust women."
"Women are all liars."
"They only use sweet words to deceive your feelings."
"They only seek your wealth and waste your money."
Alexey remembered his mother's teachings well.
He never believed women.
He was never fooled by a woman's appearance.
He knew that women were hypocritical, greedy, and vile.
He regarded women merely as tools for release, playthings for amusement.
He played among flowers without getting involved emotionally.
He skillfully maneuvered between women, effortlessly manipulating their feelings and bodies.
He arrogantly believed—
A woman is nothing more than a pawn in his hands.
But now, he realizes he was wrong.
And wrong to an absurd degree.
He underestimated a woman's cunning.
He underestimated a woman's methods.
He underestimated even more—
My methods.
I am like a skilled hunter, patiently luring him, confusing him, controlling him.
I made him take the bait.
I made him sink deeper.
I made it impossible for him to extricate himself.
I made him unable to stop wanting me.
I made him fall deeply in love with me.
And then—
I abandoned him.
Alexey hates me.
He hates that I toyed with his feelings.
He hates that I deceived his true heart.
He hates that I ruined his life.
He hates that I took everything from him.
He wishes he could kill me.
But he doesn't dare.
He can only endure.
He can only wait.
He knows he will have his chance.
The opportunity has come.
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