The CEO Used AI To Reply While He Loved Her Chapter 09
“One day?”
I repeated it softly.
“Callan, we had six dress fittings. You didn’t show up to a single one.”
“But somehow, every single time, you had time for Brielle.”
“When we toured venues, you made Brielle help decide.”
“When we planned the reception menu, we had to consider Brielle’s tastes.”
“When we discussed invitations, you told me you didn’t care either way. Then you spent an entire afternoon shopping for Brielle’s birthday gift.”
I looked straight at him.
“This wasn’t one day.”
“This was five years.”
“Five years of you choosing her over me.”
By the time I finished speaking, my breathing had turned uneven.
Callan stood frozen in the hallway like my words had physically pinned him there.
His mouth opened slightly, like he wanted to argue.
But nothing came out.
Because he knew I was right.
All those tiny moments he dismissed as unimportant suddenly came rushing back all at once, swallowing him whole.
He remembered the first time I tried on a wedding dress and sent him pictures with shining eyes.
At the time, he was gaming online with Brielle.
He barely glanced at the photos before replying: [Pretty.]
He remembered the boat trip where I got seasick and spent most of the ride pale and shaking inside
the cabin.
Meanwhile, he stayed outside on deck laughing with Brielle while watching seagulls over the water.
Later, he even complained I ruined the mood.
He remembered all those late-night messages.
[The moon looks unreal tonight.]
[The streetlights are out. I’m kinda scared walking home alone.]
[Callan, when are you coming back?]
And every single time, he was either replying to Brielle, Or already asleep.
The memories he once brushed aside as meaningless now returned like needles sinking into his
chest.
Tiny.
Precise.
Unbearably painful.
Callan’s shoulders finally sagged.
He dragged a hand hard across his face.
And when he spoke again, his voice sounded thick with emotion.
“Evelyn… I know I was wrong.”
“I really know.”
“Just give me one more chance. One.”
“I’ll fix everything.”
“I won’t talk to Brielle anymore. I’ll delete her number, block her, whatever you want.”
“I’ll come home every night. I’ll cook for you. I’ll do all the things you wanted us to do together.”
“We can… we can start over, okay?”
As he spoke, he reached for my hand instinctively.
I stepped back before he could touch me.
“It’s too late, Callan.”
“Your promises don’t mean anything to me anymore.”
I looked at him calmly.
“It’s like the lobster bisque.”
“The first time you forgot my allergy, I reminded you.”
“The second time, I got hurt.”
“The third. The fourth…”
My voice softened slightly.
“By the hundredth time, you stop expecting the person to remember at all.”
“And now?”
“I don’t expect anything from you anymore.”
“Whether you come home. Whether you talk to Brielle. Whether you change.”
“None of it matters to me now.”
“I don’t care anymore.”
His hand froze midair.
Slowly, his eyes turned red.
“How can you not care?”
His voice cracked.
“Evelyn, we were together for five years.”
“Five years.”
“And now you’re just throwing it away?”
“Yes.”
I answered without hesitation.
“Vam.”
I held his gaze steadily.
“Callan Mercer… I don’t want you anymore.”
That sentence finally broke him.
He stumbled backward slightly and had to brace himself against the doorframe to stay standing.
His head lowered.
His shoulders trembled faintly.
A long time passed before he managed to speak again, voice raw beyond recognition.
“Then what am I supposed to do?”
“Evelyn… tell me what I’m supposed to do.”
“How am I supposed to live without you?”
A tear hit the floor between us, leaving behind a dark stain against the wood.
I had never seen Callan cry before.
He had always been composed. Proud. Untouchable. The kind of man who never lost control of
himself.
But now he looked like a child who had gotten lost somewhere he couldn’t escape from.
Maybe once, seeing him like this would’ve broken my heart.
Now? I felt nothing. Only something cold and strangely calm.
People were always like this.
They ignored what they had while it belonged to them. Then mourned it only after it was gone.
I looked at him quietly.
“That’s your problem now.”
“It has nothing to do with me.”
