Our Vows Were Fake, Theirs Were Real

Chapter 12

After everything I'd been through, I needed a break, some time to relax and clear my head. So, I went on vacation. Timothy couldn't find me, and it didn't take long before he started bombarding me with messages.

"Evie, where are you?"

I ignored him, but his messages kept coming. The tone shifted, growing more desperate.

"Evie, are you deliberately avoiding me?"

"Are you enjoying watching me suffer, searching for you everywhere?"

His constant messages started getting on my nerves, so I blocked him. But that didn't stop him. He flooded my inbox with email after email.

"Evie, I'm sorry. I truly am. I now see what I did wrong."

"Evie, I've divorced Mia."

"Please come back. We can get the marriage certificate as soon as you return. We'll have our honeymoon wherever you want."

"Evie, please talk to me."

Timothy had always been proud when we were together, but now he was begging. And despite his pleas, I felt nothing. No sympathy. No desire to go back.

Then one day, his friend sent me a video. In it, Timothy was drunk, tears streaming down his face as he repeatedly called my name. He looked wrecked, his eyes dull, his face gaunt, and his hair messy, hanging over his eyes like a curtain. It was clear he had lost a lot of weight in just a couple of weeks.

"Evie, where are you? Where are you?"

"Evie, I swear I'll never contact Mia again. Please, come back and see me."

Seeing him like this stirred something inside me, a sharp, almost vindictive sense of satisfaction. People who betray others deserve to feel the consequences. In the end, the only person you can rely on is yourself. So I focused on being kind to myself. I had a great trip, met new people, and slowly worked through the darkness of the past.

When I finally returned to the city, Timothy somehow managed to find out my flight details. He was waiting for me at the airport, holding a bouquet of flowers. His face lit up with surprise when he saw me.

"Evie, I'm so glad you're back," he said, his voice soft and sincere.

"I missed you so much. I never stopped thinking about you while you were away."

"It's only now that I realize I can't live without you. Not the other way around."

I stood there, unmoved. This wasn't the man I had once loved. And as much as it hurt to admit it, I was no longer the woman who needed him either.