Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 3

Suddenly, streaks of light cut through the pitch-black sky—the meteor shower had arrived.

Alison watched the dazzling sight for a second before closing her eyes, pressing her hands together in a silent wish.

She had no real wish.

She was just making a gamble.

A gamble that, in these few seconds she spent making a wish, Maxwell was doing the same beside her…

Or was he thinking about Bella, who had just told him she missed him?

In her heart, she began counting down, "Ten, nine, eight…"

When she reached one, Alison opened her eyes and glanced around.

The space beside her was already empty.

Her phone buzzed.

It was a hastily sent message from Maxwell.

"Alison, I'm sorry. Something urgent came up, and I have to leave. Can you watch the meteor shower on your own this time? I'll make it up to you next time."

Alison stared at the message for a long moment.

Then, suddenly, she let out a laugh—soft at first, but growing, until tears welled in her eyes.

It took her a while before she finally replied, typing slowly, "I can watch it alone. I don't need you."

Not just this time.

Next time, and the time after that.

From now on…

I will never need you again.

Maxwell, you are officially written out of my story.

As the last meteor faded from the sky, Alison descended the mountain alone.

Maxwell had taken the car. It was late, and this place was remote—there was no chance of hailing a ride.

She had no choice but to walk home.

By the time she arrived, her feet were a bloodied mess.

Blisters had burst, staining her skin and shoes crimson.

Expressionless, she removed her heels and disinfected her wounds with alcohol before applying medicine.

Just as she had finished, the front door swung open.

Maxwell had returned.

His entire demeanor radiated lightness and joy, his expression relaxed.

But the moment his eyes landed on her bloodied feet, his face changed instantly. His dark gaze filled with shock and guilt.

"Alison, what happened?! How did you end up like this?"

Her tone was casual, indifferent as she told him the truth.

Maxwell's breath hitched.

Immediately, he apologized, "I'm so sorry, Alison. It's my fault. Something urgent came up, and I had to rush over—I left in such a hurry that I even forgot to arrange for a driver to pick you up."

Saying this, he crouched down and gently placed her feet onto his lap, carefully tending to her wounds.

As she looked down at the top of his dark head, a thought surfaced in Alison's mind.

So, to him, seeing Bella was urgent.

Once upon a time, she had also been in a difficult situation.

During a dance training program in another province, her exceptional talent had led to jealousy and isolation from her roommates.

That night, it had been snowing. She called Maxwell, sniffled quietly, and tried to keep her tone even.

He noticed immediately. "Alison, what's wrong?"

Her eyes turned red, but she instinctively hid the truth. "Nothing. I just… I miss you."

His body stiffened for a second. Assuming she was just too exhausted from her injury, he didn't press the matter.

Instead, he lay beside her and pulled her into his arms.

A few moments later, his deep voice rumbled in her ear, sending a numbing sensation down her spine.

"Tomorrow is Bella's birthday. She invited both of us to her party."

Alison remained silent.

Noticing her reluctance, Maxwell softened his tone.

"Bella really likes you. I know you don't usually like social events, but just this once—for her?"

The bedside lamp went out.

Alison closed her eyes, knowing it was pointless to refuse.

The next morning, just as Alison finished getting dressed, a housekeeper walked in with an exquisite jewelry box, her face filled with delight.

"Miss White, Mr. Grayson bought this necklace a while ago. It's stunning—perfect for your dress today! You should wear it to the party."

Alison opened the box.

At a single glance, she recognized it.

It was the latest pink diamond necklace auctioned at Sotheby's—‘Heart of True Love.'

Its name symbolized unwavering devotion.

Rumor had it that a mysterious buyer had won it for three hundred million dollars.

Now, she knew the buyer was Maxwell.

But…

She wasn't sure if it was meant for her.

So Alison simply shook her head and motioned for the housekeeper to put it back.