For years, I clung to the illusion that I mattered. That I had a place. My parents’ love had vanished. My rightful position had been taken. And now, the man I had devoted myself to had shattered my final hope.
I had sacrificed everything for Harland—endured his indifference, loved him through every cold glance. But no matter what I did, I was never enough.
My hands trembled as I pressed the small button inside the box, triggering the lid to open with a soft click. I stepped out, my vision blurred by unshed tears. My gaze landed on the Moonstone in my hand, its soft glow a symbol of the devotion I had once carried for him. I had gone to great lengths to obtain it, believing it would prove my unwavering love.
But he wasn’t worthy of it.
Taking a deep breath, I let the Moonstone’s energy seep into me, absorbing its power. Its radiance faded, leaving behind a dull, lifeless stone. Just like my love for Harland—it no longer held any meaning.
Without hesitation, I tossed the stone into the trash can, followed by the discarded gift box. I wiped away my tears.
Stepping outside into the cold night air, my phone buzzed. I answered out of habit.