Chapter 8
After keeping vigil at the accident site for twenty–four hours with no results, Alexander refused to believe Evelyn was dead. He ordered a media blackout about the incident.
The next day, he returned home, pale and haunted.
Sunlight streamed through the open curtains, filling their house with warmth. Yet the cozy atmosphere only highlighted the absence of the one person who should have been there.
His phone rang–his assistant: “Sir, we need your corporate seal for Miss Claire’s new film contract.”
Alexander rubbed his exhausted face, finally focusing. He walked to his study safe, saying, “Come get it. Handle Claire’s matters without me from now on.”
He froze.
Besides the seal, there was a letter.
“Alexander, by the time you read this, I will be gone.”
“Looking back, every moment that made my heart flutter now feels like cruel irony.”
“Your loving gaze, I realize, was never meant for me.”
“I thought we were destiny’s design, but I was merely a player in your carefully crafted performance.”
“These past days have been a nightmare, showing me I was just a stand–in for your obsession.”
“I gave you my whole heart, while to you, I was just filling an empty space.‘
“You wove a web of lies, trapping me in an illusion of happiness.”
“I don’t blame you, but I refuse to live as someone else’s shadow.”
“Goodbye, Alexander.”
“May our paths never cross again.”
Alexander clutched the letter, slamming his fist against the wall repeatedly, releasing anguished roars.
Blood seeped from his knuckles.
Yet this physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in his heart.
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Chapter 8
He called his friends one by one, demanding: “Who told her? WHO TOLD EVELYN?”
Until the girl from the birthday party timidly revealed: “I think… I think Evelyn wasn’t really asleep that
night…”
Chapter 9
