Semua Bab Fleeing Overseas to Escape My Ex: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The classroom was empty after school, so every voice sounded louder than usual."Chester, I really do love Edward." Nevaeh stood there, holding Edward's hand. The two of them leaned close together, their bond firm and unshakable.I snapped back to the present and looked at their still-youthful faces. For a moment, everything felt unreal.My throat tightened, and I said nothing. I just bent down to pick up my backpack from the floor.My hands were shaking. I tried to pull the zipper closed, but it kept slipping.Nevaeh watched me, her tone as icy and sharp as ever. "If you want to cry, then cry. I'm not changing my mind."Edward, who was usually so proud, had his head lowered. His voice sounded almost humble."I'm sorry. This is my fault. I shouldn't have shown up in Nevaeh's life. If you want to hit me or yell at me, I'll take it."I did not even look at him. My eyes stayed on Nevaeh.She immediately reached out and pulled Edward back up when he started to kneel."This isn't

Maybe what I said had had some effect, as Nevaeh stopped looking for me.It lasted for a few days before she started again, stubborn as ever. She would press her notes into my hands, and sometimes she would stay behind, insisting on helping me work through problems."Aren't you coming to Brookshire University with me to study finance? Your math still needs work."For once, I did not argue.In her world, I was still the same guy who would follow her without hesitation, no matter what she chose.Maybe in this new life, we could at least be friends, even if we could not be together.However, every time I looked up from studying, tired and unfocused, I would catch Edward staring at me with quiet resentment.Then, one month before final exams, everything snapped.I had just walked out of the school gates and was about to head to the bookstore across the street to pick up some reference books. I saw Nevaeh rushing toward me.She was dragging Edward along with her. His face was pale,

There was still a delicate box sitting on my desk. Inside were all the little things Nevaeh had given me over the years, along with a thick stack of letters she had written to me.I opened the box and glanced inside. Then, without hesitation, I picked it up, walked out to the yard, and tossed the whole thing into the trash."Chester?" My mom stood in the doorway, looking at me in surprise."They're useless now. It’s better to throw them away." I dusted off my hands, my tone light.She walked over and pulled me into a gentle hug. "Good. It's time to move forward."The days before leaving the country passed quickly. I met up with friends, spent time with my family, and got everything ready for the trip.I deliberately blocked out anything related to Nevaeh and Edward.All I knew was that she had tried to contact me many times, but every attempt failed.Her mom said she cried for a long time on the day she found out I had thrown away all the gifts and letters.She said she did no

Third-person POVThis scene felt strangely familiar to Nevaeh.Two years ago, she had stood the same way at the airport, watching Chester walk away, completely powerless to stop him.Security officers had held her firmly in place. Around her, travelers cast curious and even slightly disdainful looks.She struggled, screaming his name until her voice went hoarse.However, all she could do was watch that familiar figure disappear at the end of the corridor, without even a single glance back."Chester!"In the end, she was dragged out of the terminal and left standing on the busy street outside, lost and hollow.The early autumn sun in Solstice City was still warm, but when it fell on her, it felt like ice. Chester was truly gone.Later, there were rumors at Brookshire University that her family had forced her to return.Her mother slapped her across the face."Get yourself together!"You were the one who called off the engagement and pushed him to leave to Hollandia. No mat

Chester's POVAfter that day, Nevaeh really did disappear from my life.I heard she was quickly taken back home by her family. I never asked what happened after that, and I did not care to know.My life became filled with things far bigger and more meaningful than our past relationship.I became a war correspondent, just like I had once decided for myself.After graduating with top grades, I volunteered to go to places filled with smoke, gunfire, and grief.On the shattered streets of Syrenia, I walked alongside civilians fleeing in panic.In the dry mountain winds of Afgoran, I recorded the exhausted, hollow expressions of soldiers.In the snow-covered trenches of Ukrenia, I listened to young men talk about the homes they missed.I had seen too much, seen the way eyes turned empty after losing everything, hands trembling as they searched through ruins for loved ones.I had also seen wildflowers blooming stubbornly amid destruction.Even in the deepest despair, there was the