Semua Bab A Final Farewell to Love: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"Megan, did you and Yaron have a fight?"He's always been stubborn. One of these days, I'll have to teach him a lesson."Mrs. Hayes's expression shifted from shock to urgency at my words.I simply shook my head. "That won't be necessary.""I spent my whole life chasing after Yaron, but in the end, I couldn't change the fact that he doesn't love me."The sky is vast, and birds are meant to be free. It's time for me to follow my own path."Mrs. Hayes studied me for a long moment, her brows furrowed. Seeing how resolute I was, she could only sigh helplessly, though her displeasure was clear. "Yaron has been spoiled since he was a child. If it weren't for you donating your kidney to save him back then, he might not even be alive today.""You never let me tell him the truth, and in the end, it was you who suffered."Eight years ago, when Yaron had just turned eighteen, he got into a street race with his friends and crashed. His kidney ruptured, leaving him on the brink of death. As

As I heard his words, I let out a chuckle and asked calmly, "And what does that have to do with you?"In an instant, the tension in the room became razor-sharp, like a drawn blade ready to strike. Yaron scoffed, his gaze dripping with disdain. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but it's obvious you're not behaving."Megan, one of the conditions for marrying me is absolute obedience—no exceptions."His tone was light, but every word carried the weight of a warning.I, however, acted as though I had not heard him. I suddenly rose to my feet, muttering under my breath, "I can't be bothered to argue with a lunatic like you." Then, I turned around to leave.Before I could take a single step, Yaron was on his feet, grabbing my wrist and looking down at me. "What's this? Playing hard to get?"You think that throwing a tantrum, blocking me, and cutting me off will make me give in?" He leaned in close, stopping just inches from my face, his voice laced with anger as he gritted o

Three Years LaterBy the time my flight landed in my hometown, the streets were already blanketed in heavy snowfall. As I wheeled my suitcase out of the terminal, my phone rang from inside my bag.I glanced at the screen—Mom.“Sweetheart, you’ve landed, right?” she asked.I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “I’m on my way home now. It was nearly impossible to get a ticket for the New Year. Sorry for keeping you waiting.”She chuckled. “Since when did my baby girl become so polite?“Take your time, no rush. Your dad made your favorite ribs.”Before I could respond, Dad’s voice cut in eagerly. “You don’t have too much luggage, do you? Need me to pick you up?”Even in the dead of winter, the warmth in his voice melted the lingering chill. I smiled. “It’s okay, just wait for me at home.”Once I got into the car, I gazed out the window at the city slipping past, lost in thought. I couldn’t believe it had been three years since I last set foot here.Still, my parents had alw

Fortunately, the gunshot wounds hadn’t hit any critical areas. Otherwise, his life would have been in real danger.After what happened, I took it upon myself to care for Adrian during his post-surgery recovery. That was when I learned he was a famous writer. As we spent more time together, I started reading his work, and each of his stories fascinated me.Our relationship developed naturally. The more time we spent together, the deeper we fell for each other.As dusk settled, I headed to the airport to pick up Adrian. The moment we stepped into the underground parking lot, he pulled me into his arms, kissing me hungrily as though he had been starving for my touch.It was almost amusing to see this usually gentle and refined author abandon all restraint.After dropping off his luggage at my place, we were supposed to head straight to the restaurant to meet my parents. But as soon as I shut the door, Adrian wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, holding me so tightly it felt

As Yaron finished speaking, he muttered apologies while slapping himself hard across the face. Within moments, his cheeks were red and swollen.It was only then that I realized—Yaron had also been reborn.Watching him break down, completely consumed by grief, I felt nothing. There was no pity, no anger, no desire to get entangled with him any further.Without hesitation, I took Adrian’s hand and walked inside, shutting the door behind us, blocking out Yaron’s apologies and the sound of his slaps.…“Ouch…”Sitting across from Adrian on the couch, I was tending to his wounds when he let out a small cry of pain.I tossed the cotton swab aside and shot him an unimpressed look. “You could handle gunfire abroad, but now you can’t take a tiny cut?”He was definitely doing it on purpose.Seeing that I had caught onto his act, Adrian froze for a second before flashing me a smile. “I guess nothing escapes your eyes.” He lowered his gaze and murmured, “I just… didn’t want him to take yo