CHAPTER 18
I didn’t expect to see him again so soon. Not after what happened. Not after the second betrayal. The kind that doesn’t just bruise—it cuts deeper than before because it confirms what you feared the first time wasn’t just a mistake. It was a pattern.
For a week, I didn’t eat properly. My friends tried to get me out of bed. They brought food, sent funny videos, played loud music to rattle the silence from my room. But I wasn’t there—not fully. My body stayed, but my heart had gone somewhere far, dark, and unfamiliar.
It wasn’t the girl. It was me. The me who had dared to believe again. Dared to trust. Dared to hope that love could return in a better form. That maybe, just maybe, Chen could love me differently.
I deleted his number, muted his chats, blocked him on i********:.
