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Chapter 15
The house echoed with silence when Callias returned, his father and stepmother already gone.
His footsteps rang hollow through the halls as he raced upstairs to her room.
The same door he’d pushed open countless nights before.
Only emptiness greeted him.
Bathroom, closet, study nook…
He knew every corner of her space like a map – where each precious thing belonged.
Gone. All of it gone.
Every trace of their secret life together had vanished.
Seeing the bare room made it real. Skylar had left.
His carefully built walls crumbled.
Raw panic clawed at his chest.
Shaking, he searched like a madman.
Through closets, drawers, behind doors – anywhere she might be hiding.
The room descended into chaos. Nothing.
He tore back the bedding. Empty.
Racing back to his room, he ripped open the letter.
Three paragraphs that destroyed his world.
First: Goodbye – wishing him happiness with Victoria.
Second: Thirty million dollars – repaying every cent his family had spent on her.
Third: The truth about her mother – his parents‘ divorce had been final years before she entered the picture. No homewrecker. No affair.
Each word cut deeper than the last.
His heart felt like it was being stripped raw.
One crushing reality emerged:
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Addio To The Stand–In Past This Time I Chose To Reclaim My Own Life
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Chapter 15
Skylar had discovered his secret.
His perfect revenge plot.
She’d known.
And instead of the reactions he’d expected – tears, rage, desperate attempts at payback…
She’d just walked away.
The girl he’d so carefully ensnared didn’t even hate him.
He’d betrayed her trust, played with her heart, all to hurt her mother.”
His masterpiece of manipulation.
And she’d dismissed it like nothing.
She didn’t hate him.
How could she not hate him?
True love should turn to true hatred, shouldn’t it?
Unless… she’d been acting too? Just playing along, sometimes bored, sometimes amused?
The thought froze him solid.
Her lack of hatred terrified him more than rage ever could.
Because the opposite of hate wasn’t indifference – it was love.
No hatred meant no love.
He’d rather face her fury than this… nothing.
He searched desperately for another explanation, but the empty room offered none.
Love and hate warred in his head until he thought he’d go mad.
He collapsed, clutching his skull, pounding his temples as if he could beat back the truth.
In that moment, he was ten again, watching his mother’s car disappear into the rain.
But this time, he had no one to blame but himself.
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