Masuk
Chandria's POV
“Hey, Daniel. Are you coming to our fourth anniversary celebration tonight? You know we planned this, right?” I asked eagerly, my heart fluttering with excitement.
“Yeah. I'll be there.” His voice was distant. Detached. Odd, but I shook it off.
“Okay, see you. I love you.”
“Okay.”
He ended the call before I could respond. My lips parted, ready to say something—anything—but all I heard was the empty beep of the disconnected line.
No "I love you" back. No warmth in his tone.
I stared at my phone, my fingers tightening around it.
Was he distracted? Tired? Or was something wrong? Doubt crept into my chest, whispering unwelcome thoughts. Four years together, and yet, lately, he felt distant. Cold. Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe tonight, everything would change.
Forcing a smile, I shook off the unease. He promised he’d be there. That was enough. Right?
Tonight was special. I just knew he would propose. I could feel it.
I placed my phone on the vanity and checked my reflection in the mirror. My long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves over my shoulders, and my makeup was flawless—just enough to enhance my features without looking overdone. The red dress I wore hugged my curves perfectly, its silky fabric clinging to my body like a second skin. I wanted this night to be unforgettable.
I grabbed my purse and left my apartment, my heart thudding with anticipation.
The restaurant was warm, filled with the soft hum of chatter and clinking glasses. Golden chandeliers bathed the space in a gentle glow, and the scent of roasted lamb and fresh bread filled the air.
I sat at our reserved table, my fingers tapping lightly against the polished surface.
A waiter approached. “What would you like to order, ma’am?”
I shook my head with a polite smile. “I’m waiting for someone.”
Minutes passed. Then an hour.
Excitement slowly turned into unease.
Where was he?
Just as I reached for my phone, I heard footsteps.
“Chandria.”
I turned with a bright smile—only for it to freeze on my lips.
Daniel stood before me. But he wasn’t alone.
Beside him was a woman.
My stomach twisted painfully. My fingers clenched around the edge of the table as I stared at her.
“C-Catherine?” My voice barely came out.
Why was she here? Why was she with Daniel?
I looked at him, searching for an answer. “W-Why is she with you?”
He glanced at her, then back at me. The words that followed shattered my world.
“I want you to meet my fiancée.”
The restaurant fell into silence—or maybe it was just my mind, drowning everything else out.
“W-What?” My breath hitched. My legs wobbled. I clutched the table for support.
No. This had to be a joke!
“What do you mean… your fiancée?” My voice trembled. “We’ve been together for four years, Daniel! You said you had something important to tell me tonight. You were going to propose, right?”
Catherine’s sharp laugh cut through the air. I reached out, desperate as I stood up.
“Daniel!”
But she shoved me back. Hard!
“Back off, bitch. Don’t touch my man!”
I stumbled, my heels slipping on the polished floor. My back collided with the table, sending glasses and plates crashing to the ground. Gasps erupted from nearby diners.
Pain shot through my palms as glass shards dug into my skin. But nothing compared to the agony tearing through my chest.
Catherine stepped closer, towering over me as I sat humiliated on the floor.
I knew her.
How could I forget?
She was my tormentor. My nightmare. The girl who made my college years hell.
And now, she was Daniel’s fiancée?
I turned to him. The man I loved. The man I trusted.
But his eyes… they were cold. Indifferent.
He didn’t flinch. He didn’t move to help me.
Tears streamed down my face. My heart pounded violently. Four years. Four years of love, of promises… destroyed in a second!
“You never stood a chance,” Catherine sneered, smirking. “We’ve been planning this for a long time. Everything… was a game to him.”
Her words cut like knives. My body trembled as I shook my head. “No. That can’t be true…”
I turned to Daniel, pleading. “Tell me she’s lying! Tell me you love me!”
He scoffed, eyes filled with disgust. “Don’t be so fucking naive, Chandria.”
Each word was a dagger. My heart cracked, piece by piece.
“This was all just a game,” he continued. “A way to make you realize how worthless you are. Do you really think I could ever love someone like you?”
Air fled my lungs. My vision blurred.
Daniel stepped closer. “Didn’t you notice? I never really cared. And yet, you still clung to me. Pathetic.”
My lips trembled. “But I—”
“You can’t even conceive a child.”
The final blow.
Pain exploded in my chest, unbearable and suffocating.
Beside him, Catherine laughed, linking her arm through his. “Let’s go, darling.”
“Yeah, let’s get out of here.”
I watched, horrified, as they turned their backs on me.
No. No. This wasn’t real. This was a nightmare!
“NO! WAIT!” I screamed, voice raw with desperation.
Daniel stopped. For a second, hope flickered, thinking he would finally listen to me.
Then, he spoke. “Enough!” His tone was ice. “I never cared about you, Chandria. You were nothing but a worthless piece of trash I wanted to discard.”
He snapped his fingers. “Guards.”
Two men in black suits appeared beside me.
“Throw her out.”
My eyes widened in horror. “N-No! Please!” I struggled, but their grips were ironclad. “Daniel, don’t do this!”
He didn’t even flinch.
The guards dragged me away. Other people in the restaurant whispered, their eyes filled with pity and amusement.
We reached the back alley. Without hesitation, they shoved me to the ground.
My body hit the cold pavement, pain shooting through me.
One of them sneered, kicking over a garbage bin. Filth spilled beside me, the stench making me gag.
“Stay out of Sir Daniel’s life,” the other warned. “You don’t belong near him!”
Then they left.
I lay there, curled up and broken, while tears streamed down my face. The cold pavement beneath me seeped into my skin, its rough surface biting against my arms and legs.
My body trembled. My breath hitched in ragged sobs, my fingers clenching into the filth-strewn ground as if grasping for some semblance of stability. How had everything fallen apart so quickly?
I was betrayed. Humiliated. Destroyed.
Chandria’s POV“Daniel, honey! Wait up!”Her voice followed me as I walked down the hallway, my steps heavy against the marble floor.“In my study room,” I muttered without looking back.“Please, come on, talk to me. Don’t tell me you’re still affected by her—by what you saw. We all know it’s fake. She’s not really pregnant.”I stopped in my tracks. For a moment, I didn’t move. I could feel the heat rising in my chest, the kind that burns slow before it explodes. I turned around and looked at her. She was standing there with her arms folded, pretending to understand what was going on.“You really don’t understand, do you?” I said, my voice low but sharp.“What do I not understand?” she asked, blinking at me like she was trying to piece things together.I raised my hand and pointed toward the window, out to where I knew Chandria was. “You don’t understand who she’s with!”She frowned, confused. “I know who he is. His name is Aiden Morelli—”I cut her off before she could finish. “And h
Chandria’s POV“Aiden,” I called softly.He didn’t answer. He just shot me a cold stare from the side, and that was enough to tell me he wasn’t in the mood. His jaw was tight when we got back to the store and picked up the equipment.“Just… forget what I asked you,” he mumbled, looking away. “Let’s just go home. We already got what we needed. You did your checkup. And in a few days, I’ll be gone anyway. I’ll go on that trip and leave you.”His words felt like I was stabbing my own chest.“Aiden…”He didn’t listen. He walked off quickly toward the exit, and of course, I followed him.By the time we got inside the car, the air was thick. He started the engine without saying a single word. The sound filled the empty space between us. I sat there quietly, my hands resting on my lap, trying not to make things worse.He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white.“Aiden… I actually do—”“Enough, Chandria!” he shouted, making me flinch. His voice was sharp, rough with ang
Chandria’s POVAnd he wasn't alone.He was with her.“Well, look who it is. It's finally nice to see you here, Chandria…”She looked me up and down, slow and deliberate, from my hair to my shoes. I felt like a thing being inspected and judged. My insides twisted up.“Catherine,” the name left my mouth as if I had tasted poison.My heart was running wild, hammering against my ribs like it was desperate to escape.Of all the places in the world, of all the times, this was when I saw them.Daniel had his arm wrapped around her waist. His hand rested right below a visible curve. I stared at the faint bump forming on her belly.My eyes snapped back to Daniel. He wasn't even looking at me. He was looking past me, staring straight at the man I was with.“Daniel Collins,” Aiden said. His voice was too relaxed, too casual, like he was greeting an old friend instead of a bitter enemy. “Just the guy I wanted to kill.”Catherine flinched. Her eyes went wide for a second before she quickly regained
Chandria’s POVAiden got out first. He walked around to my side and opened the door for me. I don’t know why, but that small gesture made my heart raised.I was about to head straight toward the entrance when I suddenly felt his hand grab mine. It wasn’t rough, but it was firm enough to make me stop. Our fingers kind of just… fit together. For a second, I froze. When I looked at him, he was already looking at me—like he was seeing something that made him think.His eyes were deep, quiet, and honestly, I didn’t know what to do. There was something about his gaze that made me lose all words.“I just want to make sure you stay beside me.”I nodded, pretending it was no big deal, but my heart disagreed. It was pounding so fast I thought he could hear it.Inside the mall, everything was loud—people were talking, shoes tapping against the floor, the music playing. But somehow, all I could think about was his hand still holding mine.Then I noticed it.The looks.A lot of women were glancing
Chandria's POV“Mr. and Mrs. Morelli, are you here?”The nurse’s voice echoed in the hallway.Aiden stood up right away. “We’re here,” he said. He looked at me and helped me stand, his hand gently supporting my arm.We walked into the doctor’s office. The smell hit me instantly—antiseptic, medicine, vitamins, and that cold air from the air conditioner that made my skin tingle. Everything felt too clean.The doctor looked up from her desk and smiled politely. “Come in, please. You can sit here.”She pointed at the chair in front of her desk, so I sat down. Aiden took the seat right across from me, his leg bouncing lightly. He looked like he didn’t know what to do with his hands.“So,” the doctor said, flipping through a chart, “how many months are you pregnant?”I took a second before answering. “Around two months. Going on three.”She nodded while jotting something down on her clipboard. That’s when it hit me—it’s only been a few months since I met Aiden. Just a few months, but it fee
Chandria’s POV“Chandria, talk to me.”His voice followed me. I didn’t even glance at him. I just kept walking, my hand pressed against my stomach. Every word he said was still echoing in my head, like they got stamped there. I couldn’t bear to hear another one. So I pretended I didn’t. I just kept moving.My chest was tight, and I could barely breathe. I clutched my purse with one hand and adjusted the dress he gave me.Before I could take another step, he moved in front of me, blocking my way. His shadow fell over me, and I froze. He was looking down, his jaw tight, eyes burning with anger.“I said, talk to me! Why aren’t you even hearing me?”His tone made me flinch. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I’m not feeling well. It’s probably my morning sickness.”I lied straight to his face.For a second, something flickered in his eyes—shock, maybe worry—but it was gone as fast as it came. The coldness came back, sharper than before.“In th







