Ditching Me for His 'Soulmate'? His Loss. Next Stop: My New Life novel Chapter 44

They had shared countless moments together—strolling side by side through quiet streets, exchanging earbuds to listen to their favorite songs, attending Kayden’s concerts hand in hand, and even braving downpours to enjoy music festivals under the rain-soaked sky.

All those little things Rhys used to dismiss as childish or silly, he had experienced them all again, but this time, with someone else.

My chest felt as though it had been torn wide open, a cold, biting wind rushing through the hollow space where my heart used to be.

I barely noticed the soft tap on my shoulder until a girl beside me offered a tissue, her eyes filled with quiet sympathy.

My ankle throbbed painfully, but the ache in my heart was far deeper, sharper.

I refreshed the page on my phone, fingers trembling.

Slowly, the realization dawned—I was crying.

Mia had just posted something new, only two minutes ago.

[At the most critical moment, he chose me. This kind of favoritism is addictive.]

[Clear skies tonight—spending the whole night stargazing with him out in the field.]

The photo showed Mia nestled against Rhys’s chest, her smile soft and radiant beneath the moonlight. She wore his jacket, which hung loosely over her frame. Her lipstick was smeared slightly at the corners, a small detail that made the image feel more intimate, more real.

I couldn’t bear to look any longer.

Just as I was about to lock my phone, it buzzed again—this time with a message from Rhys.

[Yo, I’m not coming home tonight. Take care of yourself.]

[See you at City Hall tomorrow.]

After that, he never reached out again.

The shockwaves of that night faded away, and people slowly returned to their routines, leaving me alone with the wreckage.

I limped my way back to a home that no longer felt like mine, chaos waiting behind the door.

The bookshelf had toppled over, and our engagement photo lay shattered on the floor, broken into countless pieces.

I knelt down, picking up the fragments of that once-precious image, then tore it apart with trembling hands until nothing remained.

Without looking back, I packed my bags and left behind the place filled with lies and broken promises.

I had no choice but to stay silent.

Chapter 4

[Are you seriously bailing on our wedding? My parents are already here. What are you making a fuss about?]

He didn’t understand—I wasn’t causing a scene or making a fuss.

I was simply finished.

Before stepping onto the plane, I sent him one last message.

[Go to hell.]

Then, without hesitation, I blocked him on every platform.

Goodbye, Rhys.

Good riddance.