And the Sky Broke Open When Love Forgot Where to Belong by Elen Ryn Mora 17 Summary
In “And the Sky Broke Open When Love Forgot Where to Belong,” Olivia displays a composed demeanor when confronted by Damien, who has returned after three years. Despite his attempts to rekindle their connection, Olivia remains detached, addressing him with cold formality that pierces through Damien’s lingering hope. As he expresses his concern about her relationship with Theodore, Olivia reveals her own past as a playgirl, challenging Damien’s judgment and highlighting the time he kept her waiting while his heart belonged to someone else.
The tension escalates when Theodore arrives, confidently asserting his possession over Olivia. His presence intensifies Damien’s feelings of despair and jealousy as he learns that Olivia has moved on and is now Theodore’s girlfriend. The revelation hits Damien like a bomb, leaving him in a state of shock and helplessness as he watches Olivia acknowledge Theodore without any sign of regret or hesitation.
As Theodore taunts Damien about his past with Olivia, the emotional turmoil within Damien reaches a boiling point. He feels a mix of anger, bitterness, and sorrow, realizing the depth of his loss. The moment becomes a painful reflection of his unfulfilled love and the consequences of his inaction, leaving him feeling like a statue of despair. The weight of his shattered heart becomes unbearable, marking a turning point in his understanding of love and loss.
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**And the Sky Broke Open When Love Forgot Where to Belong**
Olivia’s demeanor was strikingly composed, as if she had been expecting him all along. She didn’t even bother to glance in his direction; instead, she continued to swirl the champagne in her glass, the bubbles rising like fleeting thoughts escaping her mind.
Her voice, when it finally came, was smooth and detached, a perfect blend of politeness and indifference. “Mr. Harrington, it’s been quite some time. As for my romantic entanglements, I don’t believe I owe you any explanations.”
The way she addressed him—‘Mr. Harrington’—felt like a chilling dagger, piercing through the remnants of his hope. Each syllable was laced with an icy formality that cut deep into Damien’s heart.
He stepped forward, drawn to her despite the palpable distance she maintained. A faint chill seemed to radiate from her, a coldness that made him shiver, though he was unsure if it was the temperature or the weight of her indifference.
“Olivia,” he said, his voice betraying a flicker of impatience, tinged with an edge of desperation. “After three years, have you truly lost all sense of judgment and insight?”
“Don’t you realize what kind of man Theodore is?” he pressed on, urgency creeping into his tone. “His women come and go like seasons! A playboy, reckless and careless—what could he possibly offer you that’s worth your time?”
At last, Olivia turned to face him fully. The moonlight cast a soft glow upon her features, illuminating her striking almond-shaped eyes that held a curious mix of calm and something akin to pity. There was no anger there, no resentment—only a mocking semblance of compassion that stung more than any harsh words could.
She parted her lips, her words flowing with clarity and intent. “Mr. Harrington, do you really think you are in a position to cast judgment on anyone?”
Her gaze lingered on his tightly clenched jaw, a silent acknowledgment of the tension between them. Her tone was deceptively light, yet the weight of her words hung heavily in the air. “Theodore may be a playboy, but let’s not forget—I was once the most infamous playgirl in Zephyra myself. We make quite the pair, don’t we?”
She leaned in slightly, her eyes sharp and piercing. “At least,” she continued, her voice low and deliberate, “Theodore is honest about his feelings for me. He respects my choices and desires—unlike some…”
Her gaze sliced through him, cold and unyielding, as if she could see the very essence of his soul. “Your heart has always belonged to someone else, yet you kept me waiting, wasting three precious years of my youth. Damien, who do you think is the more pathetic one here?”
Her words struck him like a series of thunderous blows, each one resonating painfully within him. His expression darkened, and he felt a tightness in his throat, as if the very air had been sucked from his lungs. He opened his mouth to respond, but no sound emerged.
An overwhelming storm of anger, bitterness, and sorrow swirled within him, threatening to tear him apart from the inside out. It was a tumultuous moment, one that felt suspended in time.
Just then, a voice, lazy yet distinctly displeased, cut through the tension. “Oh, I was just wondering where you disappeared to. Looks like you’re stuck with someone irrelevant.”
Theodore approached with an air of confidence, effortlessly wrapping his arm around Olivia’s waist, his stance both protective and possessive. He cast a playful yet predatory glance at Damien, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Mr. Harrington, it’s been a while. What are we discussing? It seems rather tense, wouldn’t you agree?”
The word “girlfriend” detonated in Damien’s mind like a bomb, reverberating through his thoughts. His pupils dilated, and he turned sharply to Olivia, his heart nearly ceasing as an invisible force gripped it tightly. He searched her face for any sign of denial, any flicker of hesitation, hoping against hope that she would refute Theodore’s claim—even if it was just with a subtle frown.
But Olivia merely inclined her head slightly toward Theodore, a silent acknowledgment that sent a jolt of despair through him. She didn’t even spare him a glance.
Theodore noticed Damien’s reaction, a more pronounced smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. His tone dripped with unmasked provocation. “I hear you and our Olivia share some… history? But that’s all in the past now. She’s well taken care of by me, so no need for you to worry, Mr. Harrington.”
He paused, his gaze sweeping dismissively over the empty space behind Damien before continuing, “Oh, by the way, where’s your… Amelia? Didn’t bring her along? Don’t leave her sitting there alone.”
With that, he didn’t give Damien a chance to respond. He tightened his grip around Olivia’s waist and turned away, striding off with an air of nonchalance, as if he had just brushed aside an insignificant annoyance.
Damien stood frozen, a statue of despair, watching their retreating figures. Olivia didn’t look back, her focus entirely on Theodore.
His hand, hanging limply at his side, clenched into a fist so tight that his knuckles turned ghostly white, veins bulging on the back of his hand. A fierce, bitter jealousy ignited within him, mingling with a rage that felt uncontrollable, boiling in his chest like molten lava.
For the first time, he truly felt the unbearable pain of a heart shattered, the agony of love lost pressing down on him like a heavy weight, suffocating and relentless.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of their encounter, Damien stood alone, a silent witness to the disintegration of his hopes and dreams. The realization that Olivia had chosen a path without him struck like a thunderbolt, leaving him grappling with the stark reality of their fractured connection. Her words echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of the time lost and the love unreciprocated. As he watched her walk away, arm in arm with Theodore, he felt the weight of his own choices bearing down upon him, an insurmountable burden that threatened to crush his spirit. The night air, once filled with promise, now felt suffocatingly heavy, laden with the bittersweet remnants of what could have been.
Yet, amid the chaos of his emotions, a flicker of clarity emerged. Damien understood that love, in its purest form, could not be forced or manipulated; it was a delicate dance of timing and mutual desire. Olivia’s indifference served as a painful but necessary catalyst for his own growth. While the road ahead was shrouded in uncertainty and heartache, he realized that healing would come in time. With every breath, he would learn to let go of the past, to forgive himself for the mistakes that had led him here. The sky above, once dark and stormy, began to hint at the possibility of dawn, a reminder that even in the depths of despair, there lay the potential for renewal and hope.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension to escalate as Damien grapples with the reality of Olivia’s relationship with Theodore. The emotional turmoil within him will reach a boiling point, leading to a confrontation that could change everything. Will he muster the courage to confront Olivia about her choices, or will he succumb to the suffocating despair that threatens to consume him? The stakes are higher than ever, and the air is thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.
As the night unfolds, secrets will be unveiled, and the past will come back to haunt both Damien and Olivia. Old wounds will be reopened, forcing them to confront the choices that led them to this moment. With the arrival of unexpected allies and adversaries, the dynamics between the characters will shift, challenging their perceptions of love and loyalty. Will Olivia reconsider her path, or will Damien’s heartache drive him to seek solace elsewhere? The chapter promises to deliver heart-wrenching revelations and emotional confrontations that will leave readers breathless, eager to discover what lies ahead in this intricate web of love and regret.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
