Her voice sounded muffled through the hand against her lips, and trembled through her threatening sobs. At the moment, Ayana did not bother if her fiancé grew suspicious.
''Ayan—'' Just when he called out her name, She abruptly ended the call and lowered her arm with her phone in silence.
''...F-Fool.'' The word escaped her lips in a barely audible whisper, carrying a tremor that mirrored her wavering composure.
This time, she felt it deeply—she had been a fool.
If Axel in this life could harbor such cautious assumptions about her, who was to say the Axel from her past life hadn't thought the same?
The thought wrapped around her like a suffocating shadow, and she didn't push it away. Standing frozen in place with her head bowed, Ayana's shoulders trembled with the weight of unspoken emotions.