The Day Our Promise Breaks

With a frosty expression, he firmly grasped her hand and strode towards the exit.

Evelyn couldn't break free, so she stopped struggling and complied, walking out with Charles. Deep down, she was counting silently. "One."

"Two."

Before she could count to "three," a weak cry from behind, "Charles..."

As the voice trailed off, a loud "thump" followed. The delicate and frail Dahlia had fainted.

Charles' steps halted immediately. Without a moment's hesitation, he released Evelyn's hand, quickly turned around, and rushed towards Dahlia, who was lying on the ground. "Dahlia!" Evelyn didn't need to look back to know how worried Charles must have looked at that moment. He looked completely different from his indifferent mockery when Evelyn fainted yesterday. This was the difference between love and indifference.

Evelyn stood still, her gaze falling on the clear red mark on her wrist. Her lips curled into an almost imperceptible sneer of self-mockery.

This wasn't the first time Charles had chosen Dahlia over her, but it would be the last.

...

Evelyn drove to a shopping center to buy paper and pencils. She was preparing to enter this year's jewelry design competition. Throughout the week, she had visited over thirty cemeteries in the Capital to

million. She

Evelyn a monthly allowance of ten thousand for living expenses. She wasn't extravagant. Initially, it was enough, and she could even save a bit each month. But then, Charlie fell ill, and Charles didn't believe she was truly sick. Charlie's medical bills quickly drained her savings,

Evelyn had to resort to lies. Because

to ask Charles for money to buy Charlie's burial plot. She didn't want to tarnish Charlie's path to reincarnation. She was

out how to quickly make a million, she ran into Samuel. He was her college professor and also one of the judges of the jewelry

had talent. In her freshman year, he insisted on recommending her for that year's jewelry competition.

very pleased with the pieces she had designed in her free time over the years and urged her

tempted. She did love designing jewelry, and winning the competition meant snagging a

the second basement level, walking towards where she

by a Rolls-Royce, the rear car door suddenly opened, and a well-defined hand reached

in panic, and she's about