His Promise Failed When I Found Out Who He Was Sleeping With Chapter 03

His Promise Failed When I Found Out Who He Was Sleeping With Chapter 03

I kept my face calm. Held onto whatever dignity I had left.

Until I got in that taxi.

Then I broke down.

Tears soaked my knees. I curled into myself, arms wrapped tight.

I thought I had my depression under control. But it came roaring back, pushing me toward the edge.

The second I got home, I trashed the place.

Glass cut my hands. Blood everywhere. I didn’t care.

It was the only way to shut off my brain.

Then I found the knife Amanda had hidden. Lifted it to my arm.

The door burst open.

Derek was breathing hard. He grabbed the knife out of my hand.

His eyes were bloodshot. Furious.

“Are you insane?”

“Since when are you like this, Vivian?”

Since when?

Maybe since he refused to marry me for eight years.

Maybe since he lied about studying abroad and I was the last to know.

I’d just woken up from that accident.

I called him, begging him not to leave.

His voice was ice.

“Grow up, Vivian.”

“You won’t die without me.”

I didn’t even get to say yes before he hung up.

He forgot my parents were dead. Besides Amanda, I only had him.

But Amanda was busy with her kid. Busy with the husband she wouldn’t name.

So who did I have?

I became a ghost. Living in the dark.

Every time I tried to talk to Derek, he was “too busy.”

Now I knew. “Busy” was just an excuse to avoid me.

He already had his perfect family. His three-year-old son.

And I was just living in a fantasy.

Waiting for him to come back and marry me.

“I don’t need you.”

I yanked myself back to the present. The pain hit harder.

I tried to walk past him. He followed me.

“I messed up. But Amanda’s innocent.”

“You don’t have to cut her off completely. You know how much she cares about you.”

Cares?

Cares enough to sleep with my man and have his kid?

Cares enough to lie to my face while I waited for a tomorrow that was never coming?

Before I could answer, Derek was already bandaging my hand.

Just like before. He knew I hated pain. He’d blow on it softly.

He seemed the same. But everything was different.

Or maybe he just didn’t love me anymore.

“I wasn’t trying to hide it. I just never found the right time.”

He put down the gauze. His voice softened.

“Vivian, wait.”

“Once my son’s older, I’ll divorce her. I’ll give you the wedding I promised.”

“Just…”

Just not now.

He still couldn’t come back to me.

He had to be the good dad. The good husband.

And me? All I got were empty promises.

I realized how pathetic I’d become.

No parents. I lived for friendship.

Then I met Derek. Lived for love.

Spent my whole life becoming someone I hated.

So this time, I decided to be selfish.

I booked a ticket to Northpine Island.

A distant island nation across the sea.

The place I’d always wanted to go.

Derek once said he’d marry me there.

I waited and waited. Got sick. Got tossed aside.

Never happened.

This time, I was going alone.