The CEO Postponed Our Wedding Nine Times For Her Chapter 10

The CEO Postponed Our Wedding Nine Times For Her Chapter 10

I gradually got used to the slow pace of life in Haven Creek.

After that meeting with my mother, she never appeared again.

I didn’t feel particularly happy or sad; I just felt that had finally let go.

I was no longer seeking her approval.

But before long, Sloane found me again.

As if she knew I would definitely reject her, she didn’t approach immediately.

Instead, she watched me from a distance for several days.

Finally, we met head-on in the street.

I nodded and gave a polite, distant greeting:

“Miss Sloane, hello. Can I help you with something?

Sloane’s body shuddered violently.

She had never heard me use such a polite, detached tone.

“Maya, you still won’t forgive me, will you?”

I shook my head sincerely.

“It’s not about forgiveness. I just don’t care anymore.”

Sloane looked as if all the strength had been drained from her as she slumped down, covering her

face.

“Why did we turn into this?”

“Is it because of Chase? I’ve already punished him. He’ll never get out of that mental institution for the rest of his life.”

I paused for a moment and then gave a short, sudden laugh.

“Sloane, you can’t really blame anyone else.”

“Weren’t you the one who betrayed me first?”

Sloane trembled.

On that deserted island, they couldn’t actually do anything.

The insects, the wild animals-anything could have killed them.

So even huddling together unclothed, they didn’t have any romantic thoughts.

But once they returned to a warm house.

They began to reminisce about the feeling of relying on each other.

That world where only the two of them existed was very hard to give up.

So after they got better, they still instinctively sought each other out.

Even though they knew it was wrong, they still met secretly behind my back.

I had been waiting for someone to come clean.

But they preferred to muddle through and pretend nothing was happening rather than have the

courage to have an open conversation with me.

Those nine wedding delays weren’t the fuse.

They were simply the tipping point.

There’s no such thing as a secret that can be kept forever.

We were once so close.

If not today, then tomorrow-I would have found out everything eventually.

Sloane suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself hard.

“I was wrong! I’m a terrible person!”

“Hit me, Maya, please! If you won’t hit me, I’ll do it myself!”

Before I could react, she slapped herself a dozen times in a row.

Left and right, until her face was swollen and red.

But my heart was made of stone.

Just as I had decided when I left, I didn’t look back once.

That day, Sloane cried until she fainted and was taken to the hospital by a kind passerby.

She still occasionally created opportunities to run into me, but every time, I passed her by like a

stranger.

The last time, she brought news of Chase.

“He committed suicide.”

“He only left one message.”

Sloane held her phone in front of me.

The man in the video was emaciated, his face deathly pale.

“Maya, I really can’t stay in a world without you.”

I didn’t watch the rest.

I pushed the phone back, my expression showing no emotion:

“That’s sad.”

“But I won’t be attending his funeral.”

Sloane stood there, stunned.

After that day, she left Haven Creek for good.

A long time later, I saw a drawing in a student’s notebook.

Two girls holding hands, running and singing in a field together.

You see, there are always people at that innocent, carefree age.

I put the drawing back and didn’t look at it again.

(The End)