The moment the screen lit up, I saw him sitting in the driver’s seat, crying. “Sierra, why didn’t you answer my call? I called you several times, but you didn’t answer any of them. I even had the delivery guy knock on your door, but no one answered. I was terrified something happened to you. If anything ever happened to you, what would I do?”
He said he had been scared out of his mind. He said he was just worried. He admitted he was probably overthinking, but he didn’t dare take that chance.
Over a thousand kilometers away, in temperatures below freezing, he completely lost reason. He pushed aside all his work and started driving straight toward me.
By the time I rushed downstairs to meet him, it was already the middle of the night.
Sierra's POV
At three in the morning, snow was falling hard across the empty streets. Liam’s face was streaked with tears that had frozen into tiny crystals.
When we fell into each other’s arms and cried, the snowflakes on his eyelashes melted into clear drops, and in that moment, they slipped straight into my heart.
Right then, I truly believed that nothing in this world could ever separate us. Our love had crossed a thousand kilometers, so it could survive anything. Hardships, distance, time—none of it mattered. We would, without a doubt, spend our lives together in happiness.
But the cruelest thing was that very night, I discovered he had been cheating.
The taxi driver watched me through the rearview mirror, waiting for the rest.
I gave a small, resigned smile and said calmly, “He drove too long that night. After making sure I was okay, he passed out immediately. He forgot to lock his phone and didn’t switch chat accounts. The very first pinned message was a nude photo from my best friend.”
The driver let out a long sigh and handed me tissues kindly.
But I didn’t need them. I had run out of tears long ago.
All I remember was that, in that moment, it felt like the blood in my body flowed backward. It was like a massive stone had dropped into a peaceful lake, shattering every beautiful illusion I’d ever held.
Back then, I kept scrolling. I saw years of messages between them, uninterrupted.
The very first one was from the day Veronica returned to the country after her divorce, the day I threw her a welcome-back dinner.
While I was drunk, Liam confessed to her.