The CEO’s Hidden Bride: Leaving After 2555 Days - Chapter 25: Chapter 25
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Evelyn awoke to a world transformed. The snowstorm had painted everything beyond her window in pristine white, still falling in thick flurries. Descending the stairs, she spotted Lucas waiting by the curb, his silhouette stark against the winter landscape.
He stepped forward to take her luggage, his voice thick with unspoken words. "No taxis will brave this storm. Let me drive you to the airport."
For once, Evelyn didn't refuse. She sensed the weight of his unsaid confessions. Besides, this journey held no return ticket. Some endings demanded finality.
The car crawled through snow-choked streets. Whether from caution or reluctance, Lucas drove at a glacial pace. Evelyn watched the blurred scenery through fogged windows, maintaining her silence.
The quiet between them grew oppressive until Lucas finally broke. "Remember our second Christmas together? The snow was just like this. My mother was ill that year, and you insisted we visit St. Mary's to light candles."
A memory surfaced - the scent of melting wax, the priest's knowing smile. Lucas had cracked open a fortune cookie that read: "May your love endure all seasons." The priest had murmured something cryptic about blessings disguised as trials.
Now Evelyn understood. That prophecy wasn't meant for her. The future the priest foresaw, the love meant to last - it belonged to someone else. The realization drew a bitter chuckle from her lips. "Funny how memories fade."
Lucas filled the ensuing silence with mundane recollections - breakfast rituals, inside jokes, ordinary moments he'd preserved like pressed flowers. Each anecdote landed with hollow resonance.
The airport materialized through the snow. As Evelyn reached for her bags, Lucas pressed a velvet box into her hands. Inside gleamed the Sinclair family heirlooms - his grandmother's signature pearl bracelets.
"These belong with you," he insisted, voice cracking.
Evelyn snapped the box shut. "Heirlooms are for family. We stopped being that long ago." Her words fell like icicles between them.
Lucas stood immobilized as she walked away, snow collecting on his shoulders like premature aging. The scene mirrored countless imagined futures now reduced to this single frozen moment - watching the love of his life disappear into the storm.
He stepped forward to take her luggage, his voice thick with unspoken words. "No taxis will brave this storm. Let me drive you to the airport."
For once, Evelyn didn't refuse. She sensed the weight of his unsaid confessions. Besides, this journey held no return ticket. Some endings demanded finality.
The car crawled through snow-choked streets. Whether from caution or reluctance, Lucas drove at a glacial pace. Evelyn watched the blurred scenery through fogged windows, maintaining her silence.
The quiet between them grew oppressive until Lucas finally broke. "Remember our second Christmas together? The snow was just like this. My mother was ill that year, and you insisted we visit St. Mary's to light candles."
A memory surfaced - the scent of melting wax, the priest's knowing smile. Lucas had cracked open a fortune cookie that read: "May your love endure all seasons." The priest had murmured something cryptic about blessings disguised as trials.
Now Evelyn understood. That prophecy wasn't meant for her. The future the priest foresaw, the love meant to last - it belonged to someone else. The realization drew a bitter chuckle from her lips. "Funny how memories fade."
Lucas filled the ensuing silence with mundane recollections - breakfast rituals, inside jokes, ordinary moments he'd preserved like pressed flowers. Each anecdote landed with hollow resonance.
The airport materialized through the snow. As Evelyn reached for her bags, Lucas pressed a velvet box into her hands. Inside gleamed the Sinclair family heirlooms - his grandmother's signature pearl bracelets.
"These belong with you," he insisted, voice cracking.
Evelyn snapped the box shut. "Heirlooms are for family. We stopped being that long ago." Her words fell like icicles between them.
Lucas stood immobilized as she walked away, snow collecting on his shoulders like premature aging. The scene mirrored countless imagined futures now reduced to this single frozen moment - watching the love of his life disappear into the storm.
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