✧･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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The room was bright, the sun high, but her world remained submerged in perpetual twilight. She dragged herself to the mirror. The woman looking back was gaunt, her eyes bloodshot, her hair, framed by the chaos, unbraided.
Her gaze fell on the ring. It glittered, indifferent to the turmoil it symbolized.
She reached out, touching the cold metal, and a new, steely resolve hardened the fragile shell of her heart.
He didn't say he stopped loving me. He said he couldn't leave his work.
The logic that had been so devastating last night now presented a horrific, twisted possibility of survival. He had chosen the Vulture's path because he believed it was the only way to protect her. He had chosen the logical, mathematical safety of his empire over the emotional risk of their love.
If he won't come to me, I will go to him.
She looked at her reflection, seeing the weakness of the broken fiancée and casting it aside. She had to become something stronger, something that could survive the shadow. She could adapt. She could learn his world. She loved him. And the fear of living without him was infinitely more paralyzing than the fear of death by his side.
She was about to shower when her phone, which she hadn't touched since leaving the penthouse, vibrated with a cryptic, non-text message—an encrypted location ping.
Cooper's Cafe, 10:00 AM. Today.
It was from the encrypted phone he had been using in the bunker. He was demanding a meeting. A surge of desperate hope, mixed with intense dread, flooded her veins. He was giving her a chance. He had changed his mind.
Ada dressed quickly, choosing a simple, elegant ivory kurta—a stark contrast to the lehenga she had worn to the brink of her sanity. She was going to talk, to listen, and to accept. She would tell him she understood the Vulture's code and that she would abide by it. She only wanted him.
Ada arrived at Cooper's Cafe precisely at 10:00 AM. It was a familiar, neutral territory—a place where they had shared hurried morning coffees before their lives splintered.
