To Lilian, whatever Morrison said or did now—it no longer meant anything.
That abrupt breakup of his had left her heartbroken at first, yes, but also… it forced her to step back and truly examine their relationship over the past year. And the more she thought about it, the more foolish she felt—for giving her heart so easily to a man like him.
She had known from the beginning what kind of person he was: fickle, charming, never content to stay still. And still, she had let herself fall.
This breakup didn't just hurt her. It burned through every last shred of credibility Morrison once had in her eyes.
If they were to meet again one day, she wouldn't avoid him. She wasn't that cowardly—she wasn't the kind of woman who couldn't even face an ex.
She would meet him with a calm smile, exchange polite greetings, act as though nothing had ever happened.
But love? No. There would be none of that left—not even a trace.
