Velvet Nights and Broken Vows 7 Summary
The story reveals a deeply emotional confrontation between Sophia and Ethan, a couple who have been together for nine years and are expecting a child. Despite their long relationship and impending marriage, Sophia tells Ethan she is tired of him and no longer loves him. This declaration shocks Ethan, who recalls their shared dreams and the promises they made to each other.
Sophia reflects on a painful memory from half a month ago, when she overheard Ethan laughing with another woman, Chloe, which deeply hurt her. Ethan’s dismissive and cruel remarks about both Sophia and the unborn child intensify her feelings of betrayal and disillusionment. This memory fuels her resolve to end their relationship.
During their tense conversation, Ethan tries to convince Sophia to forgive his mistakes and continue with their wedding plans, insisting that they are still young and can have more children. However, Sophia remains cold and indifferent, rejecting his pleas and revealing that she has stopped loving him long ago. She calmly insists on a peaceful breakup, refusing to be swayed by his desperation.
As Sophia leaves the car, Ethan expresses his anguish, reminding her of the promises they made during a meteor shower on their anniversaries. Despite his emotional appeal, Sophia remains steady and unyielding, signaling the end of their once hopeful relationship. The chapter ends with Ethan grappling with the heartbreak of broken vows and lost love.
The man’s smile was pitiful, more heartbreaking than tears could ever be.
“We’ve been together for nine long years. We finally have a child on the way. We’re supposed to get married next year… Sophia, and now you’re telling me you’re tired of me? Do you even realize what you’re saying?”
Half a month ago, I had the same question for Ethan.
It was a stormy evening—thunder rumbled in the distance, lightning flashing through the dark sky. Ethan had ruined his suit shirt at a dinner party and called me to bring him a fresh one right away.
When I arrived at the hotel room door, pregnant and disheveled, I overheard laughter coming from the bathroom. It was Ethan and Chloe, joking and teasing each other.
Chloe’s light giggle was followed by a playful complaint about Ethan being too rough, splashing water everywhere. Then she laughed again, saying if I saw them like this, I might be so heartbroken that I’d miscarry right then and there, causing a mess no one would want to clean up.
Ethan scoffed, sounding indifferent:
“A big one and a little one—both just pains in the ass. If they both died, it’d save me a lot of trouble.”
That memory hit me like a blow. I stared at the man before me, unable to find words at first.
“Don’t you get what I’m saying, Ethan? I’m done with you. Nine years of eating the same spoiled dish would make anyone sick.”
“You’re lying!” Ethan slammed his fist against the steering wheel, his chest rising and falling with anger as he glared at me.
“Everyone knows you’ve only ever been with me. You told me yourself once that your biggest dream was to marry me.”
I tilted my head slightly in response.
“You said that yourself. Past tense.”
Ethan’s face drained of color, and he went silent, his hands clenching tightly.
But it wasn’t my words that left him speechless—it was the cold, detached tone I used. So casual, so indifferent. It was as if a venomous snake had wrapped itself silently around his heart, squeezing tight.
Trying to mask the panic rising within him, he narrowed his eyes and said, “Sophia, for all these years we’ve been together, if you just come back quietly now, I can forgive this mistake. We can still move forward with our wedding plans. We’re still young—we can have more children.”
I looked at him without any emotion. “What wedding plans?”
Ethan pressed his thin lips into a firm line. “Stop pretending, Sophia. You’ve been stirring up trouble behind my back with Chloe. All this effort—it’s just to force me to marry you sooner, isn’t it?”
His words made me laugh, bitter and hollow.
“You’ve got it all wrong, Ethan. I could never marry you. I stopped loving you a long time ago.”
“What did you say?” he asked, voice sharp.
“Maybe you’re a little hard of hearing,” I replied coolly.
Gathering the last of my patience, I said slowly, clearly:
“Ethan, I don’t love you anymore. Please, just stop. Don’t make things worse. From now on, you go your way, and I’ll go mine. Let’s just break up peacefully.”
Without hesitation, I opened the passenger door and stepped out of the car.
Ethan watched me, helplessness filling his eyes. Then, a desperate panic surfaced—one he could no longer hide. He rushed out after me, calling, “Sophia, next Monday is our tenth anniversary…”
I glanced back at him, my expression calm and steady.
“So what?”
“You once swore to a meteor shower that no matter what happened, even if the seas ran dry, you’d be by my side every anniversary,” he said, his usually composed and cold voice trembling uncontrollably.
“Sophia, you’ve always hated people who break their promises…”
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.
