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Thank you so much for reading my story and for caring not just about the work, but about me as well. Your words truly mean a lot to me. I’ll keep doing my best, especially for readers like you.

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A di đà Phật, Amen

When I wrote this book, my life was in complete chaos. I wasn’t sitting in a calm room, sipping coffee and romanticizing pain. I was writing while my world felt like it was constantly on the verge of collapsing. I had just heard the news that my uncle had cancer, a sentence that lodged itself in my chest and refused to leave. At the same time, I was only beginning my own business, stumbling forward without certainty, carrying fear, pressure, and responsibility all at once. And perhaps most honestly of all, I had only just begun to “live” again after surviving a thousand different upheavals in 2025. This story was written in fragments of exhaustion and stubbornness. Some chapters were typed with trembling hands, others with a numb heart that didn’t know how to process reality anymore, so it poured everything into fiction instead. Evelyn’s silence mirrors my own moments of speechlessness. Her decision to walk away without explaining herself was born from a place I knew too well, the kind of strength that appears only when you’ve been pushed past what you thought you could endure. I wasn’t just writing her pain; I was unloading mine, disguising it as plot, dialogue, and heartbreak. There were nights I questioned whether I should keep going. Life felt too loud, too heavy, too unfair. But every time I returned to the story, it reminded me why I was still standing. Like Evelyn, I was learning how to choose myself without apology. Like her, I was learning that surviving doesn’t always look graceful and healing doesn’t arrive all at once. So I give this book five stars not because it’s perfect but because it exists. Because it was written during one of the most disordered, frightening, and transformative periods of my life. Because it marks the moment I stopped merely enduring and started living again. If you feel a little shaken, a little understood, or a little less alone after reading it, then this story has done exactly what it was born to do.

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I popping out of Hell for a quick comment: Nick is not dramatic by choice the universe simply has a personal vendetta against rich, overconfident demon heirs. Any embarrassment, public humiliation, or sudden loss of dignity is purely for character development. Please rest assured: I suffer with him while writing this. Thank you for reading, and yes, it will get worse. 😌🔥 (This story was written in gratitude and as a way to mark our very first Christmas together. It is my gift to you, my lover, one shaped by love, sincerity and the quiet joy of having you in my life at this moment. Whether or not we are destined to be each other’s the one forever, this book exists to honor what we shared here and now, l without regret or hesitation. Thank you for valuing my passions, my imagination, and my sense of self, never belittling what I love, never asking me to become someone else for your comfort. You allowed me to remain wholly myself and in doing so made me feel seen, respected, and safe. You believed in my work, stood beside my ambitions and treated my individuality not as something to be corrected but as something worth protecting. This book is a small testament to that kindness. No matter where life leads us from here, this season and the way you loved me in it will always remain something beautiful, something I will never regret.)

Thank you! I’m honestly very flattered, but I should confess: I’m professionally poor 😂 I do one thing well and one thing only: writing. Anything beyond that (like investing in a comic adaptation) is far outside my financial and emotional skill set. If this story ever becomes a comic, it’ll be because a company takes it on, not because I suddenly discovered money or confidence. Still, your comment really made my day. Thanks for reading!

Haha, thank you so much! I’m really glad the story felt “comic-ready” to you, that honestly means a lot. But to be completely honest, I’m just a writer trying to earn a living with words 😅 If this story ever becomes a comic, it would definitely have to be through a company picking it up, because I… don’t have the budget (or the bravery) to invest on that level myself. Still, I truly appreciate your kind words and interest, they made my day!