Shattered vows

Shattered vows

Aurora parle

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Two lovers who fell in love coincidentally

Chapter 1 The beginning of us

Love never arrives when you expect it. It crashes into you like an unforeseen storm, shifting the ground beneath your feet. That's how it felt when I first met him. I had always been the kind of person who planned everything-my career, my relationships, even my weekend activities down to the last detail. I never liked surprises, and I certainly never believed in fate. But that evening, fate had other plans for me. The evening air carried the scent of rain, the city lights reflecting off the damp pavement as I hurried down the crowded sidewalk.

The rhythmic tapping of shoes against the concrete filled my ears, blending into the distant hum of traffic. My mind was tangled with unfinished work, unread messages, and the never-ending to-do lists that defined my life. My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it. Deadlines, obligations, expectations-they consumed me, leaving little room for anything else. I was too distracted to notice the man I was about to collide with until it was too late. My body slammed into his, the force knocking the coffee cup from my hand. The steaming liquid splashed across his coat, leaving a dark stain in its wake. In that instant, time seemed to freeze. My stomach twisted with embarrassment, heat rushing to my cheeks as I realized the mess I had made.

One second, I was moving forward. The next, I was spilling coffee all over a stranger's coat. My immediate reaction was panic. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I gasped, fumbling with my bag in a desperate attempt to find napkins. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a crumpled tissue, knowing full well that it would do little to fix the damage. My heart pounded against my ribcage, an odd mixture of mortification and curiosity swelling inside me. The stranger chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Well, that's one way to make an impression," he said, shaking droplets of coffee off his sleeve. There was something in his voice-an easy confidence, a touch of amusement that put me at ease despite my embarrassment.

For the first time, I looked up and met his gaze. Dark, intelligent eyes framed by thick lashes. A strong jawline, lips curved into a teasing smirk. My breath caught. He was striking, in a way that felt almost unreal, like someone who had stepped out of the pages of a novel. The city lights cast a golden hue on his features, making it impossible to look away. I felt an unfamiliar flutter in my chest, something warm and dangerous taking root within me. "It's really my fault," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't looking where I was going." He studied me for a moment, his gaze steady and unreadable. Then, with a shrug, he peeled off his coat and draped it over his arm. "No harm done," he assured me. "But now you owe me a coffee." His words caught me off guard, and before I could stop myself, I let out a laugh. It was soft, hesitant, but genuine. "That's fair," I admitted, the tension in my shoulders easing.

And just like that, something shifted. A crack in my carefully constructed world. An opening I didn't know I was searching for. I had spent so long building walls around myself, convinced that love was a distraction I couldn't afford. But as I stood there, caught in the gravitational pull of this stranger's presence, I wondered if I had been wrong. That was the night I met Ethan Carter. I didn't know then that he would become my greatest love. And I certainly didn't know that he would be the one to break me.

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