The Seven Years of Secret Relationship Was Turned To Ashes — Novel

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Seven years of secret love can’t be so easily extinguished, but when Albion’s sister’s best friend, Serena, casually suggests he find someone better, everything changes. The weight of unspoken feelings and hidden memories hangs heavily as Albion, once ready to fight for their love, now faces her indifference. As he watches Serena slip back into the arms of her first love, Cyril, he grapples with a heart that’s been broken more than once.

In a world where emotions are masked and true intentions remain unvoiced, how long can Albion remain passive while Serena dances along the edges of his past? With each encounter fraught with tension and misunderstandings, their bond teeters on the brink. Can the remnants of their shared history survive the chaos of new relationships, or will the ashes of their love consume them both?

As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, Albion must confront whether he can reclaim the love he once cherished or if it’s time to let go for good. In a life where one mistake could change everything, will he risk it all once more?

The Seven Years of Secret Relationship Was Turned To AshesChapter 1

Albion's POV

I’d been in a secret relationship with my sister’s best friend for seven years.

One night, after a few too many drinks, she looked at me and, in a joking tone, said, “Albion, I’ll find you a better woman. So, can you stop clinging to me from now on?”

I stayed calm, my expression unreadable.

In my past life, I hadn’t agreed to her proposal. I insisted on being with her instead. But long after, she avoided me, ignored me, and deliberately pushed me away.

When I was in a car accident, bleeding out and fighting for my life, she went to the Arctic with her first love to see the Northern Lights.

It was then I finally understood that sincerity could shatter in an instant and love couldn't be forced.

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So, now, I simply said, “Alright.”

Serena Adams froze, clearly caught off guard by how quickly I responded.

The private room was dimly lit, the lights flickering faintly. Her face, bare of any makeup, had an unusual flush to it, but her eyes were clear and sober—there wasn’t even a trace of drunkenness in them.

I sat up straight, meeting her gaze with a faint smile.