Chapter 6

Serah's POV

Blue Light Hotel was one of the most luxurious and well-known hotels in our entire area. Celebrities, business moguls, and wealthy elites loved this place—it was known for its grand chandeliers, polished marble floors, exquisite food, and impeccable service. Everything about this place screamed elegance and perfection. I had heard about it for so long, and now I was finally here—with Mia.

We stood outside the entrance, taking a moment to take it all in. The golden lighting cast a warm glow over the glass doors, and soft classical music flowed from inside.

“Shall we, sister?” Mia asked with a gentle smile, her hand brushing against mine for reassurance.

I nodded. “Let’s go.” For a fleeting moment, excitement rushed through me, and I felt like my old self again. For the first time in days, I wasn't thinking about Brian. Just for a moment, I let myself enjoy the evening.

We walked inside slowly, almost like we were stepping into a dream. Everything was stunning. The ambiance was perfect—the soft murmur of conversations, waiters dressed in black and white uniforms gracefully moving around, and chandeliers above glittering like stars. We found a cozy table near the window, sat down, and began scanning the menu.

We were halfway through our meal, chatting quietly, when a loud voice suddenly interrupted the calm atmosphere behind me.

“Samantha, will you marry me?” a man’s voice rang out, full of emotion and pride.

I froze mid-bite, my fork trembling slightly in my hand.

“Of course I will marry you, Brian Williams. I love you so much,” the woman responded with glee.

My heart skipped a beat.

“Brian Williams?” I whispered, turning my head slowly, praying that it was just a coincidence—that it wasn’t my Brian.

But fate wasn’t on my side.

There he was. Brian. My Brian. Down on one knee, slipping a sparkling engagement ring onto another woman’s finger. The same hands that used to hold mine so tightly were now embracing someone else. I watched, frozen, as he stood up and kissed her deeply. A thousand shards pierced through my heart at once.

My breath caught in my throat. Tears sprang into my eyes, blurring my vision. I couldn’t look away, yet every second of it was unbearable. I started to weep uncontrollably.

Mia reached across the table to hold my hand, but she was just as stunned, her eyes fixed on Brian.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Enough was enough.

I stood up slowly, my heart pounding against my chest like a war drum. My legs were trembling, but I forced myself to walk toward them. I couldn’t let this moment pass without telling Brian the truth.

They were laughing, clinking glasses, celebrating.

“Brian,” I said, my voice cracking as I interrupted their moment. He turned around.

“So you decided to ruin my life, just so you could enjoy yours with another woman?” I began, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Well, congratulations. Because as we speak, I am almost three weeks pregnant with your child.”

Gasps could be heard from nearby tables. Brian’s fiancée looked shocked, confused, and offended all at once.

“I hate you, Brian. You’ve made my life a living nightmare. I don’t even recognize the man standing in front of me anymore,” I said, pouring out the anguish I’d been carrying inside.

He looked at me—cold, distant, like a stranger. “What do you mean you’re pregnant? I’m sorry, but I don’t know you,” he said flatly, turning back to his fiancée. “This here is my woman. We’re getting married soon. Can’t you see the ring on her finger? She’s the only one I love.”

His words struck harder than any slap. He didn’t just deny the baby. He denied me. Denied everything we’d been through.

“Then what am I supposed to do with this baby, Brian?” I asked in a broken voice. “It’s yours.”

“Then get rid of it,” he said coldly. “It’s not mine. I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

I reached out to touch his hand, searching for even a sliver of humanity. He jerked away. “Don’t touch me.”

Turning to Samantha, he said, “Darling, let’s leave. This lunatic has completely ruined my mood.” And with that, he took her hand and stormed out, leaving me shattered in the middle of the restaurant.

I collapsed into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. All eyes were on me, but I couldn’t care less. All I felt was pain. Overwhelming pain.

Mia rushed to me, wrapping her arms around me tightly. I could feel her shaking, too. She was crying with me.

“Calm down, Serah,” she whispered through tears. “Please.”

“I’m sorry, Mia,” I sobbed. “I just… I need air. I need to be alone.” I pulled away from her, ignoring the stares, and stumbled out of the hotel.

The night air slapped my face, but I didn’t feel it. I walked aimlessly, across the street, to the opposite side of the hotel. My legs gave way, and I sank down on the cold pavement beside the road.

The sky above was dark and silent, mirroring the emptiness I felt inside. “I don’t care what happens to me anymore. My life is already ruined,” I whispered, then screamed louder. “I just want it all to stop!”

Brian had crushed my soul, and this love—it was eating me alive.

I don’t know how long I sat there crying. Maybe thirty minutes. Maybe longer. But at some point, something inside me broke. I stood up and began to walk slowly—deliberately—towards the road. My mind was made up.

I stopped right in the middle of the road and stood still, waiting. A car was approaching, its headlights blinding me. My heart pounded, but I felt... at peace. “This will end everything,” I whispered.

I closed my eyes and waited for the impact.

Suddenly, strong arms yanked me backwards.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” a voice shouted. I opened my eyes to see... him. The man from earlier today—the one with the bike. Raphael.

“You ruined it,” I shouted back. “Why did you save me? I wanted to die! Just leave me alone. You don’t understand!”

“I’m not going anywhere. You’re not thinking clearly right now,” he said, holding onto me tightly. I struggled against him, but he was strong—too strong.

“Why are you interfering in my life? Please just go!” I cried.

“No. I won't leave you alone. Not until I’m sure you’re safe,” he said firmly.

Just then, I heard footsteps behind us.

“Serah! Serah!” It was Mia, breathless and panicked. She was carrying our purses and my coat. “Where did you run off to? You scared me to death!”

I snatched the coat from her hands and threw it on. The cold had finally reached me, but I barely noticed it before.

“I’m sorry, Mia,” I said, my voice trembling. “I just needed time to think.”

The man turned to Mia. “Excuse me. Are you her sister?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m her older sister. And who are you? Why are you with my sister?”

“I’m not a bad person,” Raphael explained gently. “She was standing in the middle of the road, about to end her life. I just happened to be nearby and pulled her out in time. Please… don’t let her be alone right now. She’s not okay.”

Mia’s face went pale.

“What? Serah? You were going to do what?” she asked, her voice rising with emotion.

“I’m sorry, sister,” I whispered, tears rolling down my face. “I’m just… I’m so tired. I’m tired of everything.”

I collapsed into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably. She hugged me tightly, like she’d never let go.

And in that moment, I knew—no matter how broken I felt, no matter how much pain I was in—I wasn’t alone.