Chapter 6
She didn’t want him anymore.
The extra toothbrush in the bathroom gone.
The clothes in the closet, the slippers by the door-
Everything screamed that this place no longer belonged to her.
Lucas felt lightheaded, barely able to stand.
How? Daphne loved him. She had been waiting for this proposal.
How could she leave now?
No. No, something was wrong.
Lucas stumbled, rushing toward her art studio.
Then, he froze.
The paintings–his paintings–were gone.
Every single one she had so carefully preserved, replaced by shredded paper scattered across the floor.
Why… Why?
He couldn’t even bring himself to step inside.
“Lucas!” Victoria’s voice was tentative as she approached.
Seeing the wreckage, a smirk briefly tugged at her lips before she quickly masked it with a concerned
tone.
“What happened here? Did Daphne really shred all her work?”
Before she could finish, Lucas grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall.
“You… It was you, wasn’t it?”
His veins bulged as his grip tightened.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay out of her room?!”
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Victoria clawed at his hands, gasping. “I… I didn’t…”
“Don’t lie to me!” Lucas threw her to the ground.
“What, do you expect me to believe Daphne did this herself?!”
“She treasured those paintings more than anything!”
“There’s no way she’d destroy them!”
“It was already like this when I got here!”
Victoria snapped, scrambling to defend herself.
“I just took the one that was facing the-”
“Took it where?”
Realizing her mistake, Victoria clamped her mouth shut.
Lucas let out a sharp, humorless laugh.
“Victoria, security footage doesn’t lie. You better hope you didn’t touch anything.”
On the third day after landing, I officially enrolled in one of the most prestigious art academies in the city.
The professors were insightful, my classmates were warm and welcoming.
Slowly, the painful memories faded.
Maybe it was fate.
Days passed, and I never once dreamed of Lucas again.
I barely even thought of him.”
If I had to put it into words, there was no love, no hate.
When fate brings people together, they meet. When it ends, they part. No big deal.
But I never expected that one day, when I came home, I’d see Lucas standing at my doorstep.
For a second, I was surprised.
As far as I knew, there weren’t any Asian guys I was familiar with around here.
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Then I took a second look and relaxed slightly.
Oh. It’s him.
Lucas looked like a mess–disheveled, unshaven, dark circles under his eyes, his hair a tangled mess.
I gave him a polite nod.
“Something you need?”
To my surprise, his eyes instantly turned red.
“Daphne, why are you… talking to me like a stranger?”
I frowned.
“Do we have some kind of relationship?”
Lucas didn’t answer, just stared at me with those reddened eyes.
I hesitated.
“Did I not make myself clear back then?”
After a pause, I nodded, as if coming to a realization.
“Alright then, let me say it again.”
Lucas grabbed my wrist, cutting me off.
“I don’t want to hear it! You just keep saying things I don’t want to hear.”
“Daphne, when did you become so heartless….?”
His head dropped, his voice laced with something almost like… hurt.
“You didn’t come to the wedding that day.”
“You never saw the nine hundred and ninety–nine blue roses I prepared for you.”
“You said that when we got married, we’d plant them all over our yard.”
“I had them ready for you, but you never showed up…”
I pulled my hand back, tucking it into my sleeve before using the fabric to brush his hand off me.
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“Lucas, I remember you used to be a germophobe,”
“You never let me touch you.”
“So what, you’re cured now?”
Lucas looked guilty, panicked even, as he called my name and reached for my hand again.
I swatted it away.
“But Lucas,” I smiled, cruelly.
“I’ve developed a germophobia of my own.”
“Don’t touch me. You disgust me.”
His lips pressed together tightly.
His eyes filled with helplessness.
His hand hovered midair before finally falling limply to his side.
“Daphne… how could you be so heartless?”
“You didn’t even leave me a single painting. Not even a memory.”
“A painting?” I scoffed. “I left you one.”
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