The CEO Used AI To Reply While He Loved Her Chapter 10
Callan stayed in my city for an entire week.
And during that week, he stubbornly repeated every act of care he had once given Brielle–
Only now, he aimed them at me.
Every morning, warm breakfast appeared outside my door right on time.
Sometimes it was breakfast sandwiches and coffee from a café clear across the city. Other times it was delicate pastries arranged carefully in white bakery boxes.
Never the same thing twice.
Whenever the sky turned gray in the evening, an unopened umbrella would appear hanging from my door handle before the rain even started.
And on nights when I worked late, I would always notice him eventually—
Standing quietly beneath a streetlight at the corner, following from a distance just to make sure I got home safely.
Once, those gestures would’ve shattered me.
But now?
They only left me feeling exhausted.
Numb.
On the seventh evening, I finally stopped him outside my apartment building.
“You should go home,” I said quietly. “Stop doing this.”
“Evelyn, I just wanted-”
“You want to make up for it,” I interrupted calmly. “You want to give me all the things you used to give Brielle.”
He didn’t deny it.
His eyes lowered silently.
“It’s too late.”
I looked at him steadily.
“Callan, every single thing you do now only reminds me how easily you gave your best to someone else… while treating me like an afterthought.”
“The longer you stay in this city, the more things like this you do, the less moved I feel.”
“It just makes me remember what those five years felt like.”
“And it only makes me…”
I paused briefly before saying the words clearly.
“Hate you more.”
After that, I walked around him and went inside without looking back.
That night, sometime after two in the morning, I woke to the sound of rain tapping softly against
the windows.
I got up for water, then for some reason drifted toward the curtains and pulled one corner aside.
Under the hazy yellow glow of the streetlights below, Callan was still there.
No umbrella.
No movement.
Just standing silently in the rain, staring up toward my apartment window.
He didn’t leave until the next morning, right before I headed to work. And after that, he never appeared again.
A month later, I received an email.
The sender wasn’t a name. Just a string of unfamiliar code.
The subject line read: [For Evelyn Marlowe.]
I opened it slowly.
Inside were dozens of links.
A private website documenting every wish I had casually mentioned over the years.
A scheduling app that reminded me to carry an umbrella on rainy days and sent notifications before my period with suggestions for heating patches, ginger tea, and self-care reminders.
A small game where a girl in a white dress chased the moon across endless dark skies.
Every time she cleared a level, words appeared on the screen.
[Evelyn is amazing.]
[Don’t be afraid, Evelyn.]
[Evelyn deserves to be loved.]
I clicked through everything one page at a time.
And the more I saw, the more bitterly ironic it all became.
The things I had wanted so desperately in the past were finally sitting in front of me.
And somehow…I felt nothing.
Snow continued falling gently across the website screen while elegant lines of code ran flawlessly
beneath it.
I could tell Callan had poured himself into this.
More effort than he’d ever put into anything he made for Brielle.
More thoughtful. More complete.
But I only sat there quietly watching it.
Then after a long pause, my finger moved lightly across the trackpad.
Delete.
A confirmation window appeared.
[Permanently delete?]
I clicked yes without hesitation.
The screen went blank. Just like the love I had once carried toward him so carefully for five entire
years.
It had burned brightly once.
Hoped desperately once.
Humiliated itself once.
But eventually, in the long stretch of my life, it would fade away completely-without leaving a single trace behind.
