CHAPTER -2
694 Words
I wasn’t the kind of girl who believed in fairy tales.
But I believed in him.
Noah.
His touch, his voice, the way he smiled like I was the only person in the world that mattered. I believed it all. Every lie he fed me, I swallowed like truth.
Because I loved him.
God, I loved him.
And that was my biggest mistake.
I sat in that coffee shop, watching the video Lily sent me on loop—my boyfriend kissing another girl like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like I didn’t exist. Like everything we had meant nothing.
And maybe to him, it didn’t.
To him, I was just convenience. Loyalty. Comfort.
But to me… he was my first real love.
My fingers went numb. My chest tightened.
I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t cry.
I refused to cry.
Because I’m not the kind of woman who cries over men.
No. I’m the woman who walks away with her head high and heart bleeding—but never begging.
So when he walked in with that fake guilt on his face and tried to play it off, I knew exactly what to do.
I didn’t scream.
I didn’t throw my coffee at him.
I didn’t ask why.
Because when someone cheats, the why doesn’t matter.
They didn’t care. That’s the only answer you need.
And I sure as hell wasn’t going to give him a second chance to make me feel smaller than I am.
I walked out that door without looking back.
And the moment I stepped into the rain, I made myself a promise.
No more love stories.
No more second chances.
No more boys who speak like angels but kiss like devils behind your back.
I was done chasing love. Done waiting for someone to choose me.
Next time, I wouldn’t choose.
I’d accept.
Whatever my parents decided. Whoever they picked—I’d marry him.
I didn’t care.
Next day. at university.
Evelyn Hart walked into class the next morning like a storm that had already passed.
No makeup. No loud entrance. No smart remarks.
Just silence.
She sat in her usual seat at the back, her black hoodie pulled over her white tank top, fingers absentmindedly spinning a pen. No greeting, no smile, not even a sarcastic eye roll when the professor entered.
It was almost… unnerving.
Lucian Blackwood noticed immediately.
From across the room, his cold brown eyes flicked toward her.
She didn’t look at him. Didn’t look at anyone.
She was quiet. Still. Unshakably calm.
And that’s what unsettled him most.
Evelyn Hart was never quiet. She was fire.
Fire didn’t sit silently.
It roared.
It burned.
But today? She looked like the embers had died out.
Lucy slipped into the seat beside her, whispering carefully, “Hey… you good?”
Evelyn smiled. Not her usual smug grin. Just a faint, practiced curve of her lips. “Perfect.”
Lucy frowned. “You didn’t text me last night. I called—like, five times.”
“I know,” Evelyn said simply. “I just needed silence.”
Lucian’s pen paused mid-word.
His eyes narrowed slightly. That voice of hers—it had always been loud, full of bite. But today, it was soft. Measured. Like every word was being weighed before it left her lips.
Like she’d broken overnight… and rebuilt herself in silence.
The class began. The professor droned on about business law. Evelyn didn’t take notes. She didn’t ask questions. She just stared out the window, her face blank but composed, like a girl who had made peace with pain.
Lucian hated how much he noticed.
He hated that her silence filled the room louder than her voice ever did.
And he hated even more… that it bothered him.
During the break, Evelyn stood up quietly, walking out alone. No snark. No eye contact. Just… gone.
Lucy leaned toward Lucian. “She’s not okay.”
Lucian didn’t respond. But his eyes followed Evelyn all the way down the hallway.
Because somewhere in that calm silence…
He felt a storm brewing.
And he had no idea it was heading straight for him.
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