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Vera’s POV:
I pushed the front door open with a fluttering heart and a grin on my face.
Today was our anniversary, and I was sure Evan had planned a surprise party for me. He had tried to hide it, but over the past few weeks, I had seen him sneaking off to take calls, and watched him meet with event planners.
Today made it three years with Evan Crentford – my fiancée, the man I loved with all my heart and who claims he could not live without me.
I had practically floated home, already imagining walking through the door with a huge bouquet of flowers and a wide smile.
I took a step into the dark home, and…
POP!
The light turned on instantly, and at the same time, a shower of gold and silver ribbons exploded in my face.
I took a deep breath, and gasped.
Stumbling back as the cascade of paper and glitter rained on me. For a very brief moment, I was filled with nothing else but joy.
Evan remembered our anniversary. I thought with a smile on my face
I chuckled, brushed some confetti out of my hair and blinked as I took multiple steps inside.
“Evan -” I breathed, smiling as my vision cleared. “Oh my god, you – ”
A collective gasp snapped me out of my thoughts,
“Ugh, wait, who is she?”
“What is she doing here?”
“My god, did we just waste the confetti for a random woman?”
“Somebody get her out of the home, she just ruined the surprise.”
My heart beat faltered, and the wide grin on my face froze.
My vision cleared, and I stopped breathing because there were at least fifteen people standing in front of me.
Most of whom I had never seen before. Were these Evan friends?
And why were they staring at me as if I was an intruder in my own home?
My stomach twisted, as I stared at my fiancée in disbelief, “What’s happening, Evan?” I asked, my voice filled with confusion,
Before he could answer, a tall blonde woman stepped up to his side and screamed at me, “Who the hell are you?”
My stomach twisted. “I—I’m Vera, Evan’s fiancée,”
The room went silent, then, everyone burst into laughter.
“Oh my God, you are joking right?” one gasped,
“Fiancée, How?”
“Why would Evan go from Lyra to you?”
Heat spread through my face, my fingers curled into fists as I stared down at the man I loved.
His gaze widened as he spotted me,
“Vera?” he gasped, “What are you doing here? You are supposed to be at the office, aren’t you?”
My mouth fell open as I stared at him in disbelief, “It’s our anniversary, Evan. What do you mean by what am I doing here?”
Silence, then, confusion as Evan glanced down at his watch, his mind racing as he struggled to recall the date of our anniversary.
He blinked rapidly, then looked around him before his gaze snapped back towards me.
The ribbons that filled the ground stared at me as if mocking me.
“This— ” I pointed out, “- is for me, right?”
Someone snorted, another chuckled,
“For you? Girl, no one knows who you are.” The same blond girl hissed, “This is Lyra’s surprise birthday party.”
I felt the floor fall beneath me.
That was a name I actually recognized
Lyra, his ex.
The girl that had broken his heart years before, the girl that he swore to me, he now hates.
He remembered her birthday, but couldn’t remember our anniversary?
My voice trembled, “Evan…” I whispered, looking down as tears threatened to prickle through my eyes, “You forgot, didn’t you?”
He flinched, then looked down. The guilt I could spot in his gaze was unmistakable. He actually did forget about me and us.
“Vera, I got caught up, okay?” he whispered, “Lyra is currently going through a lot and I just wanted to do something nice to cheer her up. I had no idea you were going to come home early,”
My breath left me completely, and I had to clench my fists tighter not to fall on my knees.
The humiliation of what he had just said, hit me like a punch to the face.
He was shooing me away.
He was pushing his fiancée out as though I was nothing more than an inconvenience to him.
“I am your fiancée, Evan,” I whispered, barely holding my emotion together as my body began to tremble, “I should be your number one priority, always.”
He winced, “I—I know Vera, just give me a moment, once I’m done with Lyra’s party, we can go for our own private dinner.”
My eyes stung, but I stood my ground. I wasn’t going to step aside for another woman, especially one that was an ex. I felt myself shrinking as I was stared down by over a dozen people, but I wasn’t going to back down.
Evan swallowed, his gaze filled with guilt.
“Vera,” he reached into his pockets and pulled out a small wrapped box, his voice softened as he stared at me, “I had our rings engraved,” he said as he began to open the box, “I did not give you the rings earlier because I wanted to do this in a private moment, the right way.”
He opened the box, and I stared bright-eyed at the beautiful ring he had proposed to me with. Evan had asked for mine earlier in the month, and I had given it to him, already suspecting he was going to do something like this.
My breath caught as he stepped forward and warmly smiled at me.
Before I could blink, he took my hand in his warm familiar grip, and slowly began to push the ring up my fingers.
Warm emotions swelled in my chest and I felt loved once again. I glanced up at him, my lips parting as I spoke up.
“Evan..”
He looked at me with soft eyes, still slowly pushing the rings up my finger, “I promise I’ll make it up to you,”
I opened my lips, and stopped.
Because his phone was ringing.
It was loud and urgent.
Evan froze, he glanced down to reject the call, but froze the moment he saw the name on the caller ID.
I looked down and spotted it too. Lyra.
I watched the blood drain from his face as he quickly picked the call, forgetting me.
“Evan…” her loud, shrill voice filled the room, “Please help me, I’m being attacked – please!”
He didn’t hesitate, my fiancée didn’t even think.
“Lyra,” he screamed back, “I’m coming,”
And in one swift motion, without even realizing that he was still holding my hand, he tore the ring off my finger.
Ripped it off, as though it meant nothing.
Then, without looking at me, he turned around and bolted out of the open door.
“Wait – Evan!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
But he was gone, and just like that, my fiancée was running towards another woman.
The limousine smelled like leather, polish and old money.I sat stiffly at the edge of the plush leather seats, my hands placed gently on my lap like they belonged to someone else.The events of the past few minutes kept on playing in my mind, and the more I relived them, the more I realized I had absolutely no idea why Sylas had acted that way.Outside the car, the courthouse and the reporters had all disappeared behind the tinted glass, but one thing that didn't fade though, was the sound. The sounds of the camera shutters and the screams, all of it was there, but they were all overshadowed by one sound — the sound of Sylas' lips smacking on mine.I shifted, finally gathering enough strength to turn to him.“You kissed me?” I asked, “Why?”Sylas didn’t look surprised, if anything, he looked more composed than ever, his bubbling act was now cleaned up, and in its place was the stoic and smooth visage of a man who knew he had the whole world at his fingertips.He glanced down and loos
If anyone had told me just two weeks ago, that I would be standing in a registrar’s office wearing a white dress that cost more than my annual salary, and getting married to Sylas Gold, I would have laughed in their face.If they had told my parents?I would have been locked up in a psych ward.My mother’s rough breaths were the only sounds in the room as the registrar finished calling out our names. I glanced behind me and spotted my father still staring at me in disbelief, like he had forgotten the very act of blinking itself.Both of them stared at me like I had grown a second head overnight.“Vera,” my mother whispered from the bench right behind us, she could not care one bit that Sylas could hear her. “You know you don’t have to go through with this, right?”I swallowed, and kept my eyes forward,“I do,” I said, quietly, “I have already signed the papers.”Beside me, Sylas nodded. He stood tall, his posture calm and unshaken. He was dressed in a black, tailored suit that probabl
I stopped walking the moment I entered the restaurant. For a brief moment, I debated turning around and immediately walking out.The place was... intimidating. It was huge, had glowing crystal chandeliers, and the marble floors were so polished, it looked like glass.The air of the restaurant smelled faintly of spices and perfume, and every single table was occupied with people who looked as though they belonged here.I, on the other hand, felt like an impostor and an intruder.I let out a sigh, and began walking forward, since I was already here, I had no choice but to at least see this through. My heels clicked too loudly as I walked forward.This was a mistake. I knew it, but mom was persistent and, since she claims it was just dinner, I had no choice but to go through with it.“Right, just dinner.” I muttered under my breath as I shook my head, and scanned the room, searching for my date. I had no idea what he looked like, all I had was a name and the fact that he was very, very s
The cold, icy night air bit into my skin the moment the door shut behind me.For a while, I did nothing else but stand there on the porch with my suitcase held tightly in my hands. My body trembled violently, whether from the pain in my cheek, or the sheer adrenaline rushing through my body, I didn’t know, and right then, I honestly did not care.All I knew was the simple and final fact that I was done.With Evan, with love, and with relationships.My vision blurred as I forced myself down the steps. It took me only a couple of seconds to reach my car, throw my suitcase into the backseat, and start the engine.That last part was the hardest. My hands were trembling, and it took a few tries for me to be able to turn the key. The engine turned to life, and my love collapsed along with it.I drove,Somewhere, anywhere.It didn’t matter. I had no plan, no thoughts, no destination, just a desire to be free. It was only when I began to recognize the streets I was driving through that I real
The pain from his betrayal was already wrecking me apart before the sound of the slap reached me,A sharp and completely brutal crack split the air apart, and for a full heartbeat, I stood there in confusion, not understanding what had just happened.My head snapped to the side, my vision blurred, and I stumbled back as the hot rush of pain bloomed across my face,Did.. Did he just slap me?My heels caught on a rug, and I nearly crashed on the floor. The room tilted around me and I had to slam my hands on the wall just to re-orient myself.Evan didn’t move to help me, nor did he apologize.He didn’t even flinch, all he did was stare at me with burning eyes and a heaving chest, and for the first time in my life, I saw him completely furious.Behind him, Lyra curled on the couch, her fake sobs filling the air as she clutched her stomach and occasionally stopped sobbing just to groan in pain. Her friend hovered dramatically above her, her eyes widening with horror that felt fake.But nei
The next few minutes were a blur.I don’t remember driving home, nor do I remember how my trembling hands were able to clench the steering wheel, or how my legs even managed to reach the pedal.The only thing I could recall was Evan calling Lyra’s voice, but not mine.By the time I drove into the parking lot at our… no, his home, my chest felt hollow. It was like Evan had scooped every single thing out of me and left nothing else but pain behind.My legs trembled as I stepped out of the car and began to walk straight to the home. My plan was simple: walk to the bedroom, pack my clothes and leave this nightmare of a relationship behind.But the moment I pushed the door open, I froze, again.This time, Lyra was sitting on the couch.She was wrapped in a blanket, and was resting against the cushions as though this was her home. Evan sat beside her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Neither of them had noticed the door opening and me stepping in.Evan held a glass of water to her







