All Chapters of Trapped in My Ex's Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Langit's response struck Laras like a bolt of lightning, hitting her heart directly. He plainly stated that he didn’t have feelings for the girl in front of him, shattering her hopes and fantasies in an instant. “I thought you kept asking me out and talking to me about so many things because you were letting me into your life,” Laras said, sounding unwilling to accept Langit rejection. Her eyes burned from holding back tears. “I did, but that doesn’t mean I like you. I just needed someone to talk to and spend time with. I only see you as a friend, nothing more,” Langit replied, explaining himself. He couldn’t bring himself to admit that he had only used Laras to make Bintang jealous; he didn’t have the heart to hurt her further, even if it was true. It felt like another strike of lightning that shattered Laras’s heart a second time. She stared at Langit, the man she thought was giving her a chance to get closer. But all of that had only been in her head, inflated by her own assu

Anta laid Laras down in his room, making sure she was sleeping comfortably, before heading downstairs where Langit was waiting. “Coffee?” Anta offered. “Sure, I want to know how good the coffee here tastes,” Langit replied with a faint smile. Anta walked behind the counter, turned on the coffee machine, and waited before brewing the best coffee in his café. Langit sat while observing the surroundings. The café looked modern, but its ornaments and design carried a classic touch. The aroma of coffee drifted into his senses; he turned and saw Anta approaching with two cups. “How have you been?” Anta asked while placing the cups on the table. “Hmm … good, as you can see,” Langit replied. Anta sat across from him, studying the friend who had suddenly disappeared eight years ago. “You’re back. Why didn’t you look for me?” Anta asked casually. “I thought you had changed your number, and I had no idea where you lived. How could I look for you?” Langit replied lightly. “I wasn’t the

“Bintang.” Langit pulled over and parked in front of her car. Bintang had just been about to call her usual workshop, but before she could dial, she noticed a car stopping right in front of hers. “Is that car trying to help me?” she wondered silently. She watched the car that had just stopped. She didn’t recognize it as Langit’s, since she hadn’t paid attention to his car when they went out together before. When Langit stepped out, Bintang froze in shock. “L-Langit.” She stuttered, panicking at the sight of him there. Langit walked over with a cool demeanor, not even a hint of a smile on his face, indifferent and cold. Bintang grew flustered, pacing slightly to the side as he approached. “What happened to your car?” Langit asked when he saw how confused she looked. “Ah, right?” Bintang turned around and found him already standing in front of her. “What’s wrong with your car?” Langit repeated because she was too flustered to answer properly. “Ah … the tire’s flat. It looks li

Bintang went to Anta’s café. She arrived and didn’t find Anta on the first floor. “Where’s Anta?” Bintang asked one of the staff members. “Upstairs. Anta hasn’t come down at all, even though Anta usually helps out,” the staff member replied, pointing toward the upper floor. Bintang looked up toward the second floor where Anta’s room was located, then decided to go up and see what her cousin was doing. “Anta!” Bintang called out to her as she saw Anta sitting with a cup in her hand. Anta turned her head and looked at Bintang, motioning for her cousin to come closer. “What’s wrong with you? Your face looks all messed up.” Bintang sat across from her. “You have no idea how embarrassed I was earlier.” Anta huffed in frustration before finally taking a sip of the coffee she had been staring at all this time. Bintang raised an eyebrow, watching how frustrated her older cousin was. “Well, how am I supposed to know? You haven’t told me anything,” Bintang pouted, baffled to see her us

Bintang furrowed her brows at the receptionist’s words, then placed the phone receiver back in its cradle and decided to step out of her office.Once she reached the lobby, she headed straight to the receptionist’s desk.“Why did you ask me to come down immediately? Didn’t I already tell you I won’t accept any more flower bouquets unless there’s a sender’s card?” Bintang said as soon as she was in front of the receptionist.“It’s not that, Ma’am. It’s .…” The receptionist pointed toward the lobby’s waiting area.Bintang turned and saw someone waiting there, though she couldn’t clearly see who the man was because a large potted plant blocked her view.“Is he the one who usually sends the flowers?” Bintang asked.“No,” the receptionist replied, “but he came carrying flowers and said he wanted to meet you.”Bintang nodded slowly in understanding, thanked the receptionist, and walked toward the waiting area. She kept observing the man who was sitting with his legs crossed. Her steps halte