✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
[ 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 1 ]
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts produce the most tragic stories.
Their treachery is told through their bleeding hearts: their unrequited love was never reciprocated. The...
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Ada sat on the side of her bed, a posture of devastating emptiness. The spacious room, typically bathed in the opulent glow of the city lights, was now dimly illuminated by a single sconce, casting long, distorted shadows that mirrored the turmoil in her heart. Her eyes were red and puffy, swollen monuments to the tears she had shed, and she clasped a pillow to her chest, hoping for some fabricated solace in its yielding warmth.
The sense of betrayal was not from infidelity, but from emotional cowardice. He had asked her to be his wife, a promise of forever, yet he couldn't offer a simple word of reassurance in the face of his past. The silence was his confession: he trusted her life to his security team, but he did not trust his heart to her.
Just as she felt the familiar, hot pressure of renewed tears gathering behind her eyes, her phone vibrated on the nightstand. She looked at the screen and saw Diya's name flash—her older sister, the protective anchor of her life. Ada quickly wiped the moisture from her cheeks, forcing her features into a mask of pleasant normalcy, and answered the phone with a manufactured sigh of exaggerated, casual relief.
"Heyyy!..." Ada shrieked, an octave higher than her natural voice, attempting to keep it steady and not reveal the gaping wound in her soul to her astute sibling.
"Hello, baby. Are you up? Or are you playing the busy fiancée again?" Diya inquired, her voice softening with the easy familiarity that only unconditional love can breed.
"Of course! Who needs sleep when you have an existential crisis to contemplate?" Ada responded with a forced, brittle chuckle.
There was a delay on the other end of the line, the kind of silence that made Ada's breath hitch. Diya, the family's meticulous planner and emotional general, was never silent. When her voice came through again, it was infused with an almost military determination, a sound Ada knew meant only one thing: distance from him.
"Ada, pack your luggage. We are going to the Maldives. No questions, just bags."
Ada glanced in astonishment and let out a soft, genuine chuckle at the sheer audacity of the command. On the other end of the telephone, Diya's brow furrowed in response.
