The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 70 Unraveling

“As your ex, I have zero obligation to celebrate your birthday. And as my goddamn ex, you have no right to be calling me in the middle of the night and ruining my sleep. I’m begging you–let’s part ways peacefully, live our own lives. Being pestered by you is exhausting.”

With that, Lily hung up and immediately blocked the number–something she’d clearly done before.

She said it again. She didn’t want to celebrate his birthday.

But she had promised. She once said that every year after his twenty–second birthday, she’d be there to celebrate with him. How could she break her word?

How dare she break her word?

John couldn’t accept it. Eyes red at the corners, he dialed again.

Busy signal.

She had blocked this number too.

He tried a different number.

This time, she actually answered.

“Lily, can you stop already? How long are you going to keep this up? Come home, please. If you come home, I’ll let go of everything you’ve done during this little tantrum.”

His voice, unusually hoarse and subdued, held a pleading note. “You said it yourself–after I turned twenty–two, you’d spend every birthday with me. You promised… You said whatever my birthday wish was, you’d make it come true. This year, my wish is for us to get back together and never separate again. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”

Lily hadn’t lost her memory.

She remembered saying all those things. That she’d always stay with him. That she’d fulfill every one of his birthday wishes.

But back then, she had loved him deeply.

completely disillusioned. It wasn’t

are you

didn’t answer. Instead, she scoffed coldly, voice biting with sarcasm. “John, you were

you’d always believe in me. Yet every time I had a conflict with Elsa, you stood by her. If you betray someone’s trust, then you deserve to be betrayed in return. You broke your word–why do you expect me to keep mine? I will not

again. And

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Chapter 70 Unraveling

“Lily…”

more SIM cards. One

made for her. Still stared blankly at the

so much. There was

truly

unbearably cold. And that broken photo frame… even

every hotel in

No trace of her.

Couldn’t see her. Couldn’t

felt like his soul had

to Flora Club and started downing drink after drink like

Wayne found him, he was

a bottle in a death grip, letting

“Boss!”

saw the

all strong–over 50% ABV. Drinking

from John’s hand. “Boss, you’re going to die if you keep drinking like this! You

“Give it back…”

unbearable. Only by drowning himself in

a moment.