บททั้งหมดของ Final Breakup: No. 100: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

My mother took one look at my exhausted face and sighed, nodding helplessly. But as we turned to leave, she couldn't resist getting a few sharp words in."You did a terrible job raising Thor. If it weren't for the fact that our families have known each other for so many years, I'd have slapped him myself. I can't believe I ever thought so highly of him—what a fool I was."Mrs. Bentley's face darkened instantly, her lips pressed tight, speechless.I didn't stop my mother. In fact, her words brought me a quiet, guilty satisfaction—it was as if she had vented the anger I'd been holding in for too long.We had barely reached the doorway when a sudden, panicked scream split through the air.I turned around instinctively and froze.A maid had stumbled. The tray in her hands tilted. A pot of steaming soup flew out. The scalding liquid arced straight toward Lina.It was obvious the maid had lost her footing and fallen, sending the soup flying.Just as it was about to hit Lina's face, T

Half a month passed, and the new semester began.Thor reported to the university and immediately started asking around, trying to find out which class I was in. But everyone—professors and students alike—told him there was no one by my name enrolled.Startled, he rushed to the registrar's office and asked the staff to look me up. The staff flipped through every freshman file but found nothing."Are you sure you've got the name right?" the staff asked. "There's no record of anyone named Aisha Taylor here."Thor froze. Refusing to believe it, he checked the list himself. But my name wasn't there."Impossible," he muttered, his confusion deepening as a wave of unease washed over him. Some part of him already sensed the truth, though he didn't dare face it.He pulled out his phone and called me. No answer.He tried again—and again—but all he heard was the cold, mechanical ring echoing into emptiness.The anxiety in his chest tightened, like invisible hands had seized his heart. Eac

If I truly wanted to hide from Thor, then no matter how close he came—even if he stepped foot into my city—he would never find me.Thor lay slumped on the floor, hollow and broken, murmuring my name like a prayer."Aisha… please come back. I was wrong."Outside the door, Lina kept knocking. She pleaded softly, her words a mix of comfort and reproach, reminding him how much she cared while blaming him for his neglect.Once, Thor might have pitied her—might have thought she didn't deserve his coldness. But now, her voice only grated on his nerves. Every word made him feel suffocated, irritated beyond measure.He shoved his headphones on, blocking out the world.When he woke from his drunken stupor, Lina was gone.He sat in silence for a long moment, then drew in a deep breath and steadied himself. He couldn't just sit there waiting. No matter where I had gone, as long as I was alive, there had to be a way to find me.So he began his search. He used every resource he had—reaching

Meanwhile, Thor had been forced back to university by his parents. But he wasn't truly there. He drifted through his days like a shadow, drinking himself into numbness night after night.My departure had shattered him. He was caught in a relentless loop of pain, trapped between regret and the unbearable emptiness of not being able to find me.Lina, who attended the same university, naturally seized the chance to cling to him. Every day, she sought him out. Even when he ignored her, even when he snapped in anger, she swallowed her pride and endured it all.Her goal was clear—she wanted to become the woman by Thor's side, no matter how much patience it took.She even bribed one of his closest friends to lure him to the Ferris wheel, where she planned to confess her feelings.Just like those men who made grand gestures in movies, she knelt on one knee before him and said, "Thor, I like you. I love you. Let's be together—really together—and one day, we'll get married."Thor's express

Thor stood stunned, ready to retort, but Ocko had already turned and walked away, leaving nothing but a composed silhouette behind him. In that moment, Thor understood with a painful clarity: I could live well without him. I could even be loved by someone good.He staggered away, wounded and hollow, licking his wounds and trying to gather himself. It didn't take long for him to finish his transfer, move into the men's dorm, and spend whatever it took to enroll in my class.His arrival tore through the calm I'd built around myself.I had assumed that my coldness would teach him the lesson—that seeing my indifference would make him back off. I was wrong. He seemed a different man: whenever he found an opening, he clung to me.If I walked to campus in the morning, breakfast would appear to block my path. "Aisha, I remember you like sandwiches drowned in salad dressing. I bought this for you."After class, he would wait at the door with a bouquet. "Aisha, daisies for the pretty lady