The Seven Years of Secret Relationship Was Turned To AshesChapter 1
Albion's POV
I’d been in a secret relationship with my sister’s best friend for seven years.
One night, after a few too many drinks, she looked at me and, in a joking tone, said, “Albion, I’ll find you a better woman. So, can you stop clinging to me from now on?”
I stayed calm, my expression unreadable.
In my past life, I hadn’t agreed to her proposal. I insisted on being with her instead. But long after, she avoided me, ignored me, and deliberately pushed me away.
When I was in a car accident, bleeding out and fighting for my life, she went to the Arctic with her first love to see the Northern Lights.
It was then I finally understood that sincerity could shatter in an instant and love couldn't be forced.
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So, now, I simply said, “Alright.”
Serena Adams froze, clearly caught off guard by how quickly I responded.
The private room was dimly lit, the lights flickering faintly. Her face, bare of any makeup, had an unusual flush to it, but her eyes were clear and sober—there wasn’t even a trace of drunkenness in them.
I sat up straight, meeting her gaze with a faint smile.
Her usual laziness was gone, replaced by a serious expression. “Albion, did you even hear what I just said?”
I nodded. “I heard you.”
In the past, if she’d said something like that, I would’ve pretended to be annoyed and interrupted her, telling her to stop joking around.
But now, I remained indifferent, as if she’d said something completely trivial.
“Albion, you—”
Before she could finish, Stephanie Erickson, my sister, who had stepped out to get some air, walked back in.
She glanced at Serena and smirked playfully. “Guess who I just saw outside?”
Without waiting for a response, Stephanie continued, “I saw your first love. He’s drunk and being dragged into another private room by a few wealthy-looking women.”
Before she even finished her sentence, Serena shot to her feet and stormed out of the room.
Not long after, the sound of arguing and breaking glass echoed from the hallway.
Despite that, I stayed in my seat, casually peeling and eating an orange from the fruit platter.
Serena loves fruit but hates peeling it. Every time, I’d carefully peel it and place it in front of her. Only then would she take a few bites.