Dumped at the Cliffhanger Moment - Chapter 10
Silas left without anger or argument.
He said nothing and didn’t look at me again.
I stood dumbfounded in the hallway, wanting to call out to him, but no sound came.
The cold seemed to linger, but I barely felt it.
I only felt an emptiness in my heart, a chill, as if the winter wind had filled my chest.
…
Two days later, I recovered from my cold and returned to work.
I worked overtime as usual, went to the pantry for coffee, but I never ran into him again.
It turned out that if he wanted to avoid me, I truly couldn’t see him.
The WeChat messages that used to buzz all day were now silent.
It seemed he had completely forgotten me.
Sometimes, I found bitter amusement in the fact that at least he hadn’t fired me; he was truly professional.
Other times, I couldn’t help but grit my teeth, thinking it would be better if he were vindictive rather than so indifferent.
I didn’t seek him out again.
Having been caught red-handed, there was nothing left to say; any explanation would be futile.
Given Silas’s circumstances, there were probably many women lining up for him; I only succeeded due to a fortunate combination of timing and opportunity, no different from those others.
I returned to my previous routine, going to work alone, leaving work alone.
Though I hadn’t minded before, after getting used to being with someone, suddenly being single again felt a bit lonely.
Kaele, however, somehow found out about my breakup and began to pursue me relentlessly.
After being cornered by him at my doorstep once more, I couldn’t help but sigh.
“What do you want? I’ve already said I won’t get back together with you.”
Kaele leaned against the doorframe, the silver earring on his ear glinting under the light.
He raised an eyebrow, “You’re single now anyway, why not give it another shot with me?”
“What do I lack compared to Silas? Look at my face–”
“Money? I don’t lack that either. Whatever he can give you, I can too. Why are you so hung up on him?”
I was too tired to argue, replying impatiently, “I just like him, what’s it to you?”
Kaele laughed, and sometimes I hated how even the most annoying smiles looked good on handsome faces.
“You like him,” he said, his voice laced with icy mockery.
“But does he like you?”
He leaned closer, his eyes darkening:
“He only likes the version of you that you pretend to be, but I don’t. I like you just as you are now.”
“You’re not even on the same path as him; is a pretend relationship really meaningful?”
That last sentence struck a chord in me.
Yes, the relationship between Silas and me was just a façade.
But my feelings for him weren’t fake; I truly liked him.
Yet Kaele was right, what did it matter?
Silas would never like me again.
To someone like him, being fooled by me was probably an indelible black mark.
“Elowen, we are the ones meant to be together,” Kaele’s voice was seductive, like a siren’s song in the dead of night, ensnaring its prey and dragging it into the depths.
I opened my mouth, and just as I was about to speak, my phone suddenly rang.
I looked down to see a WeChat message.
From Silas.
“Are you free? I’ll come pick you up later, let’s meet.”
“No,” I said to Kaele, looking up.
“What?” he was taken aback.
“I said I don’t want to get back together with you,” I looked into his eyes, speaking earnestly, word by word.
“I don’t like you.”
I refuse to settle anymore.
