Their first date had been short—but still, Aurora found herself thinking about that night. It was romantic. Brief, but unforgettable.
"I’m not doing movies. I don’t like acting. I’ll just stick to singing—maybe shoot a few MVs at most."
Snapping out of her thoughts, Aurora started getting dressed. She had to et Director Z at the company that afternoon to record. Dominic had already picked out a purple knit dress and a red coat for her.
"No movies then," Dominic said confidently. "Doesn’t matter. Once your album drops, you’re going to blow up."
Aurora looked at him, puzzled.
"Why? Just because I have a nice voice? There are tons of singers with unique voices who never really make it big."
Dominic grinned.
"Because your voice is the best. And you’ve got the perfect MV storyline—plus that rumored romance with Everett? With him in it, the whole thing’s guaranteed to go viral. Oh, and Aurora... that night, did you guys... y’know..."
"Shut it," Aurora cut him off, cheeks flushing. "Stop talking nonsense."
Dominic smirked mischievously.
"You don’t have to say anything—I know you two are in love. Ever since you ca back from seeing him, you’ve been walking around with this dreamy smile and sparkly eyes like so love-struck fool!"
"Dominic! Don’t say stuff like that..."
"Hahaha..."
They had a lighthearted lunch, but the mood took a turn when an uninvited guest showed up—one Aurora wasn’t ready to face.
It was Alexander.
He’d just been wandering around and had sohow ended up near Aurora’s villa complex.
He wanted to call her but realized his phone was dead, so he rang the doorbell instead.
Aurora decided not to drag it out—better to deal with it and end things clearly.
Inside the living room, Dominic and the housekeeper had stepped away. Aurora handed Alexander a cup of tea—polite, but distant.
Alexander was thrilled to see her—he hadn’t expected to run into her right after she returned.
But the calm in her eyes doused all his excitent. It felt like a cold bucket of snow had been dumped over his head.
"Aurora... how have you been?" he asked gently, trying to sound warm. "I tried calling you a bunch of tis, but your phone was off... what happened?"
Aurora sat down, her expression soft but composed.
"I fell into a lake during a shoot. My phone got ruined, so I couldn’t make any calls. I didn’t want to buy a new one while I was abroad—figured I’d wait till I got back."
Alexander’s face changed.
"You fell in? How did that even happen?"
"Life’s full of surprises," she said quietly. "After that, Dominic and I went to Chuantian Tower... and we got chased by so ard thugs. If Everett hadn’t been there, I probably wouldn’t be alive right now."
Her tone was calm, but her eyes carried the weight of everything she’d been through.
"So, Alexander... I want to be clear with you. There’s no chance for us to get back together. Because... I’ve accepted Everett as my boyfriend."
Alexander stood frozen—like he’d been struck by lightning. He couldn’t even process it.
His eyes reddened, voice trembling.
"Aurora! We’ve been together for seven years. That guy just saved you once, and now you’re in love with him?!"
Aurora lowered her head, avoiding his eyes.
"He’s saved three tis. But I’m not with him out of gratitude... I didn’t agree to be with him right away. I refused him, pushed him away, even said terrible things. But he never gave up. He stayed—always finding ways to be near ."
She had finally seen through Alexander’s gas.
"Our relationship used to be great... but when I needed you most, you kept hurting . My love for you—it’s been gone for a long ti. I don’t feel anything like I used to. Alexander... every ti I think of us, all I rember is the cold look in your eyes... and that mocking smile."
Aurora’s breath quickened. Her voice was filled with pain.
"I kept hoping you’d co back to . I called. I texted. You blocked , ignored every ssage, didn’t even respond on social dia..."
"Do you know how much that broke ? How hopeless I felt? When Isaiah dragged into that private room, I prayed you’d help . But you didn’t. Even if you couldn’t save , even just calling the police... I would’ve been grateful."
Aurora’s eyes welled with tears, locking eyes with Alexander in raw pain.
Alexander’s own eyes were reddening, sothing flickering behind them—tears threatening to fall.
His body was rigid, chilled. He had never imagined that one mont could hurt Aurora so deeply.
She must’ve felt so utterly hopeless back then.
And yet, he’d looked at her with cold eyes... sarcastic, dismissive. After seven years together, nine years of knowing her, he hadn’t trusted her character at all.
Instead, he chose to believe Peyton and their coworkers.
What an idiot.
"Aurora... I didn’t an to. I really thought it was a setup. That you were trying to get Isaiah to invest in your project..." he said, voice trembling.
"Alexander!" Aurora cut him off, her voice shaking. "If I were that kind of person, would I have waited until I was twenty-five to debut? After all these years, you still—don’t trust who I am?"
She shook her head slowly.
"That was the mont I gave up. My heart broke. We could never go back—not anymore."
Alexander stared in despair as a tear rolled down her cheek. He kept shaking his head.
"Aurora... you’ve only been with him for a short ti. You can’t possibly love him..."
"You can’t love him. You’re just... confused by what happened with . You’re projecting. But soon, you’ll realize—it’s still you love!"
He couldn’t accept the truth. He lunged forward and grabbed her hand.
"Aurora... just give one more chance. Please?"
His eyes were misty, face full of anguish and desperate sincerity—enough to make anyone hesitate.
Aurora sat still, calmly looking at him.
She had loved him for seven years. Their relationship had been slow and steady, never dramatic or intense.
But trust—trust should have been a given.
If he had stood firm in believing her, she would never have lost faith in him. She would have stayed by his side, unwavering. No matter what Everett had said or done, no matter what temptations ca—her heart wouldn’t have changed.
But he failed.
He chose to believe others. He stayed with Peyton. He hurt her over and over. And when she needed help the most—he stood by, watching coldly.
On Mrs. Wilson’s birthday.
When Isaiah dragged her away and hit her.
That version of Alexander had already shattered her heart.
How could she ever go back to that? How could they ever be together again?
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