Prologue

It's the grand debut of my boyfriend, Stefan as an Idol that he dreams ever since I've met him, we've been together for long three years, yet it is hidden to the public as there are people like Idols who is not dating anyone, but it is not their story to tell as both of us have achieved our dream. Him as Idol and me, as a fashion designer and a million-seller owner of the brand "Eve's Apple" that came from my name, Genevieve Tiu, and also for us to Celebrate his dream that come true. Earlier in the morning, he decided to contact me to go to our favorite hidden park near my Apartment,

I should be happy, right? Both of us achieved our dream, but there is something wrong. I saw his eyes today, the moment his feet land on stage, I can sense sadness, regret and fear. I don't know what's going on and it scares me, he's been like that a week before today. So, I'm not sure what I'm about to feel or what should I feel? 

For three long years, our love had blossomed and flourished, weaving a tapestry of shared dreams and whispered promises. He says that I had been his rock, his muse, his confidante, standing by his side through the highs and lows of his burgeoning career.

But the feeling that he is giving me the past few days especially the way he stares at me when he is on stage, it feels like he is bidding goodbye, is he ashamed that the world know that his girlfriend is disable? But I made my name too, I'm not just a disabled woman. I'm Genevieve Tiu, the CEO of Eve's Apple. Why is he treating me like this? Why is he acting like this? Why now? What happened? Why Stefan turned to me with a pained expression in his eyes as if he words that left his lips hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating the air between us. I can't even breathe.

As my mind been flood by what ifs, I received a message from him saying he's on his way to our meeting place. Scared for whatever may happen, I pampered myself and put the best outfit I could ever get in my closet then carry the burden outside of my Apartment because I decided that I will walk to the park. Someone's telling me not to go, Aren't I close to the management? But he's allowed to date based on his contract. Or maybe He still wants me to play a guitar when I don't even know how. 

I was so preoccupied by my thoughts I never realized that I arrived at the park at exactly 11:30 pm where people are so busy and some are resting as the day were about to end, rain starts to fall and I forgot to bring an umbrella, "Why is it suddenly raining?.My gifts and letter will get wet!" I hissed as I sit on the swing and put his gifts that I prepare under the slide. 

A few moments later, Stefan arrived wearing black hoodie and a mask, walking to me. My heart was pounding too fast, afraid to whatever might happen next. As he stands in front of me, all I hear is his long sigh and fidgeting hands. "Did I make you wait for too long?" he started, 

I smile to hide the fear as I notice a different lingering around him, "I just also arrived here, no need to be worried and I also bring you ---" and before I could've have finished my sentence and hand him my gift that is under the swing, he cut me off.

"Genevieve, let's end it here," a sentence that I expected to hear yet it still breaks me. My mind raced, my heart shattering into a million pieces as I looked into the eyes of the man, the man I thought I knew so well. And I know there was something different in his gaze, something I couldn't quite pinpoint, a flicker of something dark and unrecognizable.

Without waiting for an answer, Stefan turned away, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. I felt as if the ground had been ripped from beneath my feet, as if the world I knew had crumbled into dust around me. I reached out a trembling hand towards him, my voice choked with emotion.

"Stefan, please, tell me what's wrong. We can work through this, together, Let's fix it, together. This is a three-year relationship, Stefan, 'Don't leave me here, alone," I pleaded, the words tumbling out of her mouth in a desperate rush.

"I'm sorry, Genevieve," he began, his voice strained and distant. "I think this is for the better. We need to break; I can't do this anymore." With those words hanging heavy in the air, Stefan turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me alone in the rain, my heart aching with a pain I had never known before.

A thousand questions swirling in the tempest of emotions that threatened to consume me. Why? What happened? What happened on us? How can he do this to me? How he was able to walk away for no reason, without hesitation, as if no love had occurred in three years. This is tearing me apart.

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Alone in the park, with the rain cascading down around her, Genevieve felt as though she were drowning in a sea of unshed tears and unspoken sorrows. Each drop of rain was a dagger, piercing her soul with its icy touch, echoing the emptiness that now consumed her very being. As the storm raged on, Genevieve sank to her knees, her tears blending seamlessly with the rain that fell from the heavens.

But then, as if by some divine intervention, the rain began to subside, each droplet gently evaporating into the cool, crisp air. And as Genevieve lifted her gaze to the heavens above, she saw him – a stranger standing before her, a yellow umbrella held aloft in one hand, a look of concern etched upon his features.

"Are you okay?" the stranger asked, his voice a soothing balm to Genevieve's shattered spirit.

"You can get up now. I'm here." And with those simple words, he offered her a hand, a lifeline in the midst of the storm that raged within her.

As their eyes met, a silent understanding passed between them, a connection forged in the raw vulnerability of the moment.

"Thank you for coming," Genevieve whispered, her voice barely audible over the raging storm. With trembling hands, Genevieve reached out and grasped the stranger's hand, feeling the warmth of his touch seeping into her chilled bones. And then, as if her strength had finally given way beneath the weight of her grief, Genevieve collapsed into his arms, her body wracked with sobs that seemed to arise from the depths of her very soul.

The stranger held her close, his embrace a pillar of strength amidst the tumultuous sea of emotions that threatened to consume her. He said nothing, for there were no words that could ease the pain that tore at Genevieve's heart. Instead, he simply held her, offering her the solace of his presence, the comfort of his touch. 

Gently, he had settled her into the passenger seat, tucking the coat around her shivering form. And then, as he started the engine and glanced at her, he realized with a pang of concern that she had fallen into a deep slumber, the exhaustion evident in the lines of her face.

"I never think that letting you go will put you in this situation," he whispered, his voice soft with regret. "But don't worry. Now that I'm here, I will never go and never let you go again."

The words hung in the air, tinged with a sense of protectiveness and determination. With a deep breath, he pulled onto the rain-slicked streets, the city lights blurring past in a kaleidoscope of color. His mind raced with questions and worry, but one thing was crystal clear - he had to get her back to safety.