ushernet Chapter 111 You're too Late
Chapter 111 You're too Late
[EVE]
I fought back my tears, refusing to let them escape. I couldn't cry now. I had already shed so many tears over him in the past, and I wasn't about to start again—not now, not ever.
I'd promised myself long ago to never come back to him, to keep him from slipping into my life again.
My mind filled with memories of all the hurt, every word he'd said and every action he'd taken that left scars on my heart. Each painful moment had driven me to harden my resolve, to close myself off.
Piece by piece, I reconstructed the walls around my heart, reinforcing them against the pull he still had on me.
"You're too late . . ." I whispered, my voice barely audible over the distant rumble of thunder.
"What?" His expression turned wary, his hand still clasped around mine, his eyes searching my face.
"You're too late!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the sudden crack of thunder as the sky darkened, unleashing a torrent of rain.
It was as if my emotions had stirred the heavens themselves, the storm mirroring the turmoil inside me.
I turned, intent on leaving, but he grabbed my hand, desperation thick in his voice. "What should I do?" he pleaded. "Tell me, please, what can I do to make it up to you?"
For a moment, I met his gaze, staring into the depths of his eyes where regret and sorrow swirled. His vulnerability struck me, yet it wasn't enough to erase the scars he had left behind.
I took a breath, steadying myself.
"You're too late. You don't deserve me," I said, each word, cutting, and final.
His grip loosened, his hand falling away as I turned and walked into the rain, letting it wash over me, each step sealing the choice I'd made to leave him behind.
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He hoped, with all his heart, that she'd feel the same. He'd even rehearsed what he wanted to say, though the words never seemed quite right in his mind.
Victor took a deep breath, steadying himself as he looked back at the doorway, his heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement.
The rain might have put a damper on the evening's ambiance, but he could only hope that it wouldn't affect Eve's mood.
He wanted her to see the effort he'd put in, to understand just how much he cared. Even if she hadn't realized it before, he hoped tonight would show her that she was cherished, deeply and truly, in a way that went beyond simple friendship.
Just as he was lost in thought, imagining the perfect moment and hoping she'd feel the same, he heard footsteps approaching.
Victor's heart leaped, and he straightened, taking one last look around to ensure everything was in place. This was it—the moment he'd been waiting for.
When he turned, it wasn't Eve standing there, but Sinclair.
"You're still waiting for her?" the older man asked, voice gentle but laced with an edge of concern.
Victor forced a smile. "She's probably just caught up with something. Maybe she hasn't seen my messages yet."
Though that seemed unlikely. Eve was always quick to reply, but this time, it felt different.
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By the way, it's actually Sebastian, Sinclair and Eve's birthday. Sorry for the confusion.