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Chapter 3

Author: Dayless Reverie
Conversation stopped the moment I entered the living room.

Julian instinctively stepped in front of Sophie, shielding her from me.

Sophie dropped to her knees.

"Willa, I know you hate me. You even sent someone to run me over, but I can live with that. Please, just don't destroy Julian!"

She sobbed and peered up at me timidly, as though I were some kind of monster.

Her lies wrapped around me like a net I couldn't escape.

Once, I'd screamed myself hoarse trying to explain. I'd cried and begged Julian to believe me.

Now I was simply exhausted by how ridiculous it all was.

Disappointment crept into his voice.

"Willa, I never blamed you when I lost my promotion. But why do you keep going after Sophie? She hasn't done anything wrong.

"You called the police last night, and today you hired someone to hit her with a car. That's a crime. Do you understand that?"

I met his guarded gaze, bitterness rising in my throat.

This was how Julian hurt me. He almost never raised his voice.

He just said, gently, "Stop it, Willa." Or "Don't make things harder for Sophie." Or "You're scaring her."

Each soft word was like the point of a knife, pressing deeper by degrees.

After three years, I had no wound anyone could see. But inside, I'd bled dry.

Sophie was innocent. Did that automatically make me guilty?

Robert's face darkened with fury.

"You ungrateful boy! Willa grew up with you. How dare you speak to her that way?"

I watched Robert defend me, even as uncertainty lingered in his eyes, and felt strangely distant from it all.

We had grown up together.

We'd met when I was six. This was our fifteenth year of knowing each other.

When I sprained my ankle at seven, Julian carried me all the way home on his back.

Our families joked that one day we ought to get married. Julian hadn't argued. He'd just blushed bright red.

I'd thought our future was obvious.

As obvious as one plus one making two, or toast going with butter.

He'd been by my side for fifteen years. I'd assumed there would be fifteen more, and then fifteen after that.

Robert had said it was only natural.

But love doesn't reward the person who gets there first.

What I'd mistaken for destiny had only ever been my wish.

I walked over and gently took Robert's trembling hand.

"Uncle Robert, please don't get upset. It's not good for you."

I gave him a reassuring smile.

"I didn't come here to complain."

Then I turned to Julian and spoke slowly, making sure every word landed.

"I came to call off our engagement.

"If I'm ending it, why would I do any of the things Ms. Vale says I did?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Call off the engagement? The wedding's next week!"

Julian and Robert spoke at once.

Julian frowned, clearly caught off guard. Robert stared at me in shock, his eyes reddening as he gripped my hand.

"Willa, I know they've wronged you. Did my idiot son force you into this? Tell me, and I swear I'll beat some sense into him!"

Looking at Robert's aging face, I felt my chest tighten.

He was the only person left in the world who truly cared about me.

"Nobody forced me. I've just realized we're wrong for each other.

"Forcing the wrong relationship will only end in heartbreak."

I eased my hand from his, calm but firm.

I caught a flash of delight in Sophie's eyes.

Robert studied me for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh.

"Give it another week, Willa. If you still want to end the engagement after that, I won't stand in your way."

I didn't want to hurt him any more than I already had, so I nodded and left.

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