For a long time, I lay still. When Evan thought I was deeply resting, he gently closed the door and went downstairs.
Only then did I open my eyes, my vision blurred by tears that refused to stop.
It turned out that this betrayal still hurt me deeply. No matter how much I prepared myself to let go, letting go still hurt so much that it was hard for me just to breathe.
My fingers reached for the necklace around my neck, touching the "proof of love" Evan had given me earlier.
Now, this proof of love only felt like a cruel joke.
Evan claimed he loved me, but his way of loving only made me sick.
His gentleness and thoughtfulness now felt like an elaborate facade. His so-called affection had turned into a web of deceit.
I would rather have nothing than endure this kind of love.
"The flight is at nine o'clock tomorrow night. We’ll arrange for a crash then. Be prepared."
I listened to the instructions on the phone. With a calm voice, I answered, "I’ll handle it."
Moments later, Evan entered the room, his face shadowed with concern. "Isla, who were you talking to?"
"The team arranged for me to go on a mission. I’ll be leaving tomorrow at nine in the evening."