Lost the Bet on Our Anniversary, Ended the Relationship She Scriptted Chapter 02
I was hurt, furious, and done trying to explain myself.
I sent Evan a breakup text, blocked him, and eventually fell
asleep from sheer exhaustion.
The next morning, knocking woke me.
The second I smelled that familiar cologne, I backed away.
“Who are you really? Is this another test? Did someone put
on Evan’s cologne just to see if I’d fall for it?”
His face crumpled.
“Aria, it’s really me this time. I brought your favorite cake.
Please don’t be mad anymore.”
I looked at the box in his hands..
It was from a bakery across town that required orders several
days in advance and almost always had a line out the door.
The moment he saw me hesitate, he stepped closer.
“I’m sorry. I never should’ve let someone else judge our
relationship. Today is our fourth anniversary. Can we at least
have today? If I ever do something like this again. I’ll be the
one to walk away.”
His eyes were wet and pleading,
Against my better judgment, I nodded.
We went to the amusement park.
We rode the carousel and made wishes at the top of the Ferris wheel.
Even though I hated the dark, I agreed to go through the
haunted house because Evan had been talking about it for weeks.
Inside, I held tightly to his arm.
Then an animatronic figure suddenly lunged out from the side.
I startled and instinctively shoved him away.
I lost my balance and hit the floor hard.
My calf caught on a sharp edge and my ankle twisted under me.
Pain shot through my leg, and tears blurred my vision.
I followed the familiar cologne beside me, grabbed a man’s
arm, and used him for support as I limped toward the exit.
Then I looked down.
His clothes were wrong.
He wasn’t Evan.
I let go immediately and looked around in panic.
Every face around me blurred together,
I couldn’t tell anyone apart.
Hands shaking. I pulled out my phone and called Evan.
His ringtone sounded a short distance behind me.
I turned.
He was standing there, watching me with disappointment.
Sienna stood beside him with a satisfied smile.
“I won the bet.”
Then she looked at Evan.
“I told you one fancy cake would get her to forgive you. She
doesn’t love you for who you are. She just likes what you do for her.”
She glanced toward the man who had helped me.
“She comes out with you and still ends up hanging on some
other guy. Only someone completely blinded by love would keep forgiving this.”
Evan said nothing.
For a moment, everything around me seemed to go silent.
My leg was injured and throbbing, but the setup hurt worse.
Because of my face blindness, I’d spent most of my life expecting to be on my own.
I’d made peace with that.
Evan was the one who convinced me to hope for something different.
I had believed he truly accepted my condition.
Then Sienna kept talking.
That was when I learned she had taught Evan how to pursue
me, answered some of his messages for him, scripted what he
should say after our fights, and even picked out anniversary gifts.
From beginning to end, he had been delivering someone else’s lines.
My hands curled into fists.
I stopped trying to retreat.
Ignoring the pain in my leg. I forced myself to stand.
Then I walked toward Evan and raised my hand.