Chapter 59. It’s Over

Adeline’s POV

I rose to my feet, my legs were wobbly, my heart was aching. How could I love someone that wasn’t mine this much?

I turned to the table—the table I had so lovingly arranged—and before I could stop myself, I let my hand fly.

One hard sweep.

Just one hard sweep.

Everything crashed to the ground.

Plates shattered, food splattered across the floor, and the wine bottle rolled before hitting the leg of a chair.

Candles danced wildly before one went out.

“He was never mine…” I whispered through tears, falling back to my knees.

“He was never mine,” I cried again.

And in that moment, surrounded by broken glass and cold silence, I had never felt so painfully alone.

I cried my eyes out.

I didn’t sleep a wink that night.

I just sat there on the floor—cold, stiff, broken—and cried until my throat hurt and my chest couldn’t carry it again.

My tears came in waves, pouring like rain that had no