Three months later, Delilah’s happiness felt almost unreal.
Then everything changed.
It began with a phone call.
Elias answered while standing outside the bookstore.
Delilah noticed the tension in his posture immediately.
“What happened?” she asked after he ended the call.
Elias looked troubled.
“I need to return to Chicago for a few weeks.”
Her stomach tightened.
“Why?”
“My mother’s health has gotten worse.”
Concern replaced disappointment.
“Is she okay?”
“She has heart complications.”
Delilah touched his arm gently.
“You should go.”
Elias nodded.
But something in his eyes felt distant.
The following days became strangely cold between them.
Elias appeared distracted.
Restless.
One evening, while helping him pack, Delilah discovered a velvet box hidden inside his suitcase.
Inside rested an engagement ring.
Her breath stopped.
Elias entered the room and froze.
Silence swallowed everything.
“Delilah…”
“Whose ring is this?”
Pain crossed his face.
“I was going to explain.”
“Explain what?”
“That I was engaged before I came back here.”
The room spun around her.
“You’re engaged?”
“No. Not anymore.”
“But you were.”
Elias stepped closer.
“It ended months ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was afraid.”
Delilah laughed bitterly.
“Afraid of what? Honesty?”
“It wasn’t simple.”
“Nothing ever is.”
Memories of Adrian’s betrayal crashed violently into her mind.
Lies.
Secrets.
Broken trust.
“Who was she?” Delilah whispered.
“Her name is Claire.”
“Do you still love her?”
“No.”
The answer came quickly.
Yet Delilah’s chest still ached.
“Then why keep the ring?”
Elias hesitated.
“It belonged to my grandmother.”
Tears filled Delilah’s eyes.
“You should have told me.”
“I know.”
She stepped away from him.
“I can’t do this again.”
“Delilah, please—”
“No.”
Her voice broke.
“I trusted you.”
Elias looked devastated.
“I love you.”
The words pierced her heart.
But fear spoke louder than love.
“Leave,” she whispered.
And this time, Elias did.