Semua Bab Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Bab 371 - Bab 375

RAMONI stood near the corner of the street in the car, heart pounding harder than it should. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, but I barely noticed. My eyes were glued to the store across from me. I knew Phoebe was in there. I’d followed her and her friend, Winnie, from a distance like some kind of lovesick creep. But I didn’t care. I had to see her. I had to explain. She needed to know the truth.When she stepped out of the store, laughing lightly at something Winnie said, my chest tightened. God, she looked tired. Thinner maybe. But still…beautiful. She didn’t see me at first. And I wasn’t sure I could move. I froze.“This is your chance,” I whispered to myself.I waited until Winnie walked ahead to get her car, and then I moved.“Phoebe,” I called softly.She turned, her eyes scanning until they landed on me. Her face dropped immediately. She took a step back.“No,” she said instantly. “No. What are you doing here?”“I just need five minutes,” I said quickly, raising my ha

PHOEBE“Phoebe,” Ramon started, staring at me as he turned around. “There’s something I need to tell you before anything else. It’s important. Please.”I quickly shook my head and pulled him closer, leaving no space between us.My hands were shaking. “Not right now, Ramon. Please don’t start with more confessions. I can’t handle more words now.”“But I have to,” he insisted, taking a step forward. “I’ve kept something from you, and if I don’t say it….”“I said not right now!” I cut him off, my voice rising louder than I meant. I took a deep breath and turned to face him, my eyes burning. “Can you just… stop? Just for a moment?”He paused, startled. “Phoebe…”“I’m so tired,” I said, my voice cracking. “Tired of crying. Tired of asking questions. Tired of wondering what’s real and what’s not. I just want to feel something other than pain tonight.”His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to keep talking, but I sat on him. I looked up at him.“Please don’t ruin this moment,” I whispere

PHOEBEThe phone slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor with a loud thud.I just stared at it, frozen. My chest felt tight. I couldn’t breathe.Pet project? Was that me? Was I the pet project?I slowly stood up, trying to stay calm, but my head was spinning.I walked to the bathroom like a robot. Every step felt heavier than the last, like my legs didn’t even want to move anymore. My chest was tight, and my head was spinning. I could barely breathe. My hands were shaking. My lips quivered as I tried to swallow the lump growing in my throat.My eyes were already burning with tears before I even shut the door behind me.The moment the lock clicked, I broke down.I slid to the floor at first, then pulled myself up and sat on the edge of the tub. My arms wrapped tightly around myself like I could hold all the broken pieces together if I just squeezed hard enough. But nothing worked. Nothing helped.The sobs came before I could even fight them. Big, loud, ugly sobs that echoed off t