Aww Seven Exes Begged Cute Blocked novel Chapter 20

**A Promise Written on the Rusted Edge of Time by Dael Rowan Sire**
**Chapter 20**

As I stumbled into my bedroom, the dam I had constructed around my emotions finally broke. Tears streamed down my face, each drop a testament to the turmoil swirling within me.

Damien’s words echoed in my mind, a haunting melody of betrayal that replayed relentlessly like a warped record stuck on a loop.

How could he simply walk away from our shared dream? How could he abandon aerospace, a path we had painstakingly carved out together over the years? We had fought tooth and nail to secure the scores, to inch closer to our aspirations.

Just that very morning, I had been practically vibrating with excitement, envisioning our future as we stood side by side, ready to conquer the world.

Yet, unbeknownst to me, while I was busy mapping our destiny, he was preparing to throw it all away for some girl’s sob story.

And the most gut-wrenching part? He hadn’t even thought it necessary to give me a warning. Was I truly that burdensome? That clingy? That pitiful?

Then, like a flash of lightning, I recalled that unforgettable night three months ago—my eighteenth birthday. The way he had kissed me beneath the stars, so tender and sweet, our hearts racing as if we had just sprinted a marathon. Did that moment mean nothing to him? Had it all been a fleeting impulse, a drunken whim that I had foolishly interpreted as something real?

Something deep within me snapped, a fragile thread unraveling.

But here’s the kicker: I didn’t actually need to follow Damien anywhere.

We had been inseparable since kindergarten—same elementary school, same middle school, same high school.

Everyone around us, including Damien himself, had simply accepted the notion that I would continue to shadow him for the rest of my life, that we were an inseparable duo, a package deal.

What they didn’t realize was that I had my own ambitions, my own reasons for wanting to attend MIT.

Reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with Damien Sullivan.

Even if he had never existed, I would still have chosen this path.

With a surge of frustration, I slammed my laptop shut, the application portal now a source of anger rather than hope.

For the first time in my life, I felt a powerful resolve to forge my own destiny without altering my plans for Damien’s sake.

He could go ahead and play the role of Prince Charming in California; I had my own stars to chase.

Now that it seemed we were each charting our own courses, there was no point in dwelling on the past.

Once I found acceptance in that decision, an unexpected lightness washed over me.

No big deal, right?

Mom always said that eventually, everyone must learn to stand on their own two feet.

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