EVERTON ( POV )
Paralyzed by shock, I couldn’t remain idle. The truth was stark; Everton had departed, choosing another over me. The sting of betrayal was acute—our shared history, our vows to each other, all forsaken.
“Why am I acting as if we were lovers, Alaxia?” I questioned myself, seeking calm, but rage bubbled up once more.
Grasping for my phone, I clung to a sliver of hope for a message of remorse, a sign of his love lingering.
Then, his voice message played:
“Hey, I’m sorry to do this over text, but I have something important to tell you. I’ve met someone else. Her name is Meia, and she’s amazing. We’re getting married next week. I hope you understand. Please don’t hate me. Goodbye.”
Tears cascaded anew. In a fit of despair, I hurled the phone, indifferent to its fate. His p
