登入Usually, the shop was filled with the hum of machines and the blast of metal music. But that day, the place was silent.Inside Anthony’s shop, there were only stacks of boxes and rolls of bubble wrap scattered around. Anthony himself was taking down several bottles of color pigment from the shelves. His movements were rough and impatient.Belle stood in front of the counter, wrapping sterile equipment into small boxes. She glanced at her brother with concern.Ever since the wedding reception yesterday, Anthony had looked like a walking corpse. Belle noticed the gold ring on his finger shining under the light, almost as if it were mocking both of them.“You’re really shutting this place down?” Belle asked, still unable to believe it.“Dad doesn’t want some ‘thug shop’ ruining the family image. Especially now that he’s Mr. Carlyle’s in-law.”Anthony’s voice was full of bitterness and anger. To prove it, he angrily tossed an empty ink bottle into the trash.“This place has to be cleared
The old church on the outskirts of Eastbourne felt unbearably cold. There were no tears of emotion or joyful laughter. Only suffocating silence.Anthony stood before the altar in a black tuxedo that looked far too stiff on his athletic frame. His face was pale, his empty eyes fixed on the cross in front of him.Right now, Anthony didn’t feel like a groom.He felt like a man waiting for his execution.“Straighten your shoulders, Tony,” Mr. Watson hissed beside him. “Don’t embarrass me again in front of Mr. Carlyle’s family.”Anthony let out a short breath. “You already got what you wanted, Dad. Stop demanding more from me.”“Don’t act like the victim. You got Renee pregnant, and now you’re the one who has to deal with it.”Mr. Watson returned to his seat in the pew just as the church doors opened.Renee walked in wearing a luxurious white gown with a long train flowing behind her. Beside her, Mr. Carlyle walked with a grim expression.To Mr. Carlyle, it made no difference whether Renee
“What did you say?”Mr. Watson’s sharp voice made Anthony lower his head from where he sat across from him. Anthony’s back stiffened while Belle sat silently beside her mother.“Say it again, Anthony. Tell me the truth before I seriously smash your head in,” Mr. Watson hissed.Anthony took a heavy breath. “Renee is pregnant with my child, not Bastian’s.”Bang!Mr. Watson kicked the coffee table in front of him, sending it sliding across the room. His breathing turned heavy, and his face instantly flushed red with anger.“Have you completely lost your mind? Did you get Mr. Carlyle’s daughter pregnant? Do you realize how humiliating this is for our family name?”Belle held back her tears. There was nothing she could do to defend Anthony. This was something her brother had to face himself.By admitting everything, Anthony had proven he wasn’t a coward. But what worried Belle was that Anthony would lose even more of his dignity in front of their father.“I’ll take responsibility, Dad,” An
Renee stepped back, her hands trembling as she clutched the strap of the bag hanging on her shoulder.“What are you talking about, Anthony? Have you lost your mind from drinking?”“I’m not drunk. I’m completely aware,” Anthony said, his voice low and trembling with emotion.He stepped forward, making Renee look like a trapped mouse. Her eyes widened in horror, her thoughts spiraling into panic.“Do you want to pretend that night never happened? When you came to my shop looking for Bastian?”But Renee ignored Anthony’s words. Instead, she turned to Bastian with a pleading look.“Don’t listen to him, Bastian! Anthony just wants to separate us!” Renee said.Bastian shook his head quickly. “Stop it, Renee.”“I know you cheated with Belle! And Anthony wants you to end up with his sister. Can’t you see that?”Bastian let go of Belle, but his hand still held hers tightly. The cold look in his eyes made Renee shiver.“I didn’t think you’d go this far. You drugged me, then told me I got you pr
“Anthony! Bastian! Stop this madness!” Belle shouted.Anthony let out a harsh scoff. “Stay out of this, Belle!”“You’ve gone too far, Anthony! This doesn’t even make sense anymore!”But Anthony wasn’t listening.The fight between the two former friends began.The sound of heavy breathing and the scrape of feet against the mat filled the gym. Anthony lunged forward, attacking wildly. His punches were rough and unfocused, driven purely by brute force.Bastian, on the other hand, stayed defensive. He blocked and dodged, his eyes searching for an opening behind the storm of his friend’s anger.“Hit me, damn it! Fight me!” Anthony shouted as he threw a wide right hook.Bastian didn’t respond. He noticed Anthony’s shoulders trembling.Anthony wasn’t fighting Bastian.He was fighting himself.When Anthony charged again recklessly, Bastian saw a clear opening.With one swift, precise movement, Bastian drove a punch straight into Anthony’s stomach, followed by a sweep that sent him crashing on
The strong aroma of coffee usually calmed Belle, but today the steam rising from the latte in front of her tasted flat.A gentle tap made her flinch. She turned her head and froze when she saw Eve standing there.Eve looked at her with sympathy. News about Bastian and Renee’s upcoming wedding had already spread across Eastbourne.“I heard everything, Belle,” Eve said as she sat beside her and let out a quiet breath. “About Bastian and Renee.”Belle lowered her gaze, stirring her spoon slowly. “Yeah. There’s no way something like that wouldn’t spread around here.”“You’re right. Eastbourne is small. Especially when it involves Renee and Bastian. Not to mention… their baby.” Eve glanced at her carefully. “I know this must feel like being betrayed twice.”“I’ll get through it,” Belle said softly. “Thanks for still wanting to talk to me.”“I couldn’t stay silent forever, Belle.” Eve opened her arms and pulled her into a hug. “If you want to cry, just let it out.”“I don’t have any tears l
"For me?" Belle gasped in surprise. "What's the occasion for giving me a gift?""It's your birthday.""But that was months ago.""Well, I haven't given you anything yet."Belle fell silent, but the blush rising on her cheeks said it all. Bastian walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a large box
"Belle! Felix is here!" Mrs. Watson called from downstairs.Belle froze, still sitting in front of her vanity. For a moment, she hesitated—part of her wanted to cancel the plan altogether.But eventually, she stood up. Wasn't she the one who wanted to move on and forget about Bastian?As Belle head
After that last game, Belle didn’t know anything about Bastian anymore. She hadn’t contacted Felix either, even though they went to the same college. Belle just completely shut herself off from everyone and kept to herself.She knew she still hadn’t moved on from Bastian, even if her lips said othe
"Come on, Sparrow." Bastian handed her the helmet."Hey, why aren't you answering me?" Anthony chuckled softly."Let it go, Belle needs to get home. Or do you want to drive her yourself?""Sorry, I've got a ton of work to finish."Belle just gave her brother a slight, wry grin before saying goodby







