Too much of a coincidence.

Ryan didn't understand. His brows knitted in confusion. 

Seeing his expression, she elaborated. 

"If I really loved you, I wouldn't have moved on as easily as I did." She met his gaze, her voice unwavering. "Since I did … it means I was never in love with you." 

Ryan's breath hitched. 

It was a simple statement —calm and unemotional. But it felt like shattering him … all over again. 

She didn't love him. But how can that be possible? 

Didn't she draw him in her diary —wrote all those emotions and feelings? If that wasn't true, what else was? 

How could she deny the emotions she once had for him?

"You loved me," he insisted, his certainty faltering but his hope still alive. If you hadn't, you wouldn't have done all you did back then. You agreed to our engagement without showing any reluctance. If it hadn't been your wish, how could you have agreed to it readily?"