Love Rivals: The Day I Saw Your Tears

142. A Love Confession, Just Like a Fairytale.

(Sarah's Pov)

As Nitya walked away, waving her hand nonchalantly, the air between Ryan and me grew tense. My heart pounded in my chest, and I couldn’t hold back the question that had been eating away at me for so long.

"But… you won the bet," I began, my voice unsteady. "Did you sign the papers?" I could feel my pulse racing.

Ryan’s face remained calm, unreadable. "Did you want me to sign them?"

"No!" I blurted out, feeling a flush of embarrassment wash over me. "I mean… did you actually not sign them?" I searched his face for any hint of what he might be thinking.

He watched me for a moment, his gaze intense but his tone controlled. "You wanted me to wait a little longer, didn’t you?"

Confusion creased my forehead. "Wait… when did I ever say that to you?" I asked.

Ryan folded his arms, a small smile playing on his lips as if he knew something I didn’t.  His eyes holding mine with a knowing look.

And then it hit me, like a jolt of clarity—I had said those words to Krystal. A wave of realization and disbelief washed over me. "I wonder if she's really my friend after all."

I turned to walk away.
“Sarah,” Ryan’s voice broke through the silence, and I froze. My feet stopped mid-step, but I didn’t dare turn around. My heart raced as I waited.

“I’m a professional doctor now," he began, his voice firm. "I don’t need Nitya’s help anymore. I can handle everything on my own—my work, the surgeries, even Dad. I’ve faced all the fears that have haunted me since childhood, and I’ve found my own way to stand up to him."

There was a pause. "But there’s one last fear I need to overcome." His voice softened, and I could feel the weight of his emotions. "I can’t lose you again, Sarah."
Slowly, I turned around, my eyes meeting his.
“Sarah,” he said, stepping closer, his gaze locked on mine, “let’s live together again… like we used to.”

My heart was pounding like crazy. Was this… a confession? My cheeks burned as the realization hit me.

Ryan tilted his head slightly, his eyes searching mine. "Why? You don’t want it?" he asked, his voice gentle but probing.

I stood there, frozen, my feet unable to move. I wanted to respond, but no words came out. He sighed, a soft, almost resigned sound, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Alright, let’s go. I’ll drop you home," he said, his voice a little softer now.

The entire ride home, I couldn’t stop smiling to myself. My thoughts were racing. This kind of confession, this… moment—it was something out of a drama or one of those romance movies I’d seen a million times. But this was real, and it was happening to me. I felt like I was on cloud nine, floating, unable to believe it.

When we finally arrived at the gate, I stepped out of the car, still dazed, as if in a dream. As I walked toward the entrance, I realised that he was about to drive off.

“Ryan,” I called out, my voice soft but clear.

He lowered the window, looking at me curiously. "What?"

I felt my cheeks redden even more as I gathered my courage. “Where are you going?”

He blinked, looking even more puzzled. "Uh… home?" he said.

I swallowed, feeling my heart racing again, and said with a shy smile, "Didn’t you say to live with you? Let me fetch my stuff."

I hurried inside, barely catching my breath, not even bothering to glance back at Ryan. My heart raced with excitement and nerves as I rushed to my room. I threw open my closet and started packing, my hands moving almost faster than my mind could keep up.

Just then, Mom walked in, her expression a mixture of confusion and worry. “What on earth are you doing? Where are you going?” she asked, her tone sharp but concerned.

I turned to her briefly, breathless. “Maa, Ryan is outside. I’m leaving with him. Tell Dad I’m going to my second home,” I said quickly, barely pausing as I stuffed clothes into my bag.

Mom’s mouth opened as if to protest, but I didn’t stay long enough to hear it. I dashed out of the room, adrenaline flooding my veins.

When I got outside, I forced myself to slow down, trying not to show how elated and flustered I really was. Ryan stood by the car, his gaze steady as he watched me approach. Without a word, he took my luggage and placed it in the trunk, his movements calm and deliberate. I slid into the passenger seat, trying to act composed despite the butterflies swirling in my stomach.

Once Ryan was behind the wheel, he glanced over at me, his lips curling into a small smile. He started the engine and pulled away from the house.