Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111

LILITH

A year ago, when I agreed to date Dean, I’d set what could be seen as a trial period-a time limit long enough for us to understand our feelings and decide what we truly wanted.

But after we officially started dating, somewhere between the late nights at work and how effortlessly he cared for me, I simply… forgot.

The agreement faded quietly into the background, rarely mentioned again, not even once by Dean.

So much that I began to forget it even existed.

Until today.

Like a bolt of lightning on a clear afternoon, the realization struck me out of nowhere, throwing my thoughts into chaos.

My expression went blank as I stared at the alarm note glowing on my phone screen.

Unexpectedly, time had flown so fast that it was already the day to make our decision-to stay together or part ways.

For some reason, my chronic overthinking flared up.

I thought about Dean’s recent disappearances and the evasive way he acted whenever I asked where he’d been. I hadn’t paid much attention before, brushing it off even when unease pricked at the back of my mind, but now…

Knowing that our agreement had reached its end, I couldn’t help but wonder: what if this was his way of distancing himself?

What if he was preparing to leave me?

Deep down, I knew it didn’t quite make sense.

Dean had never been a coward-he was always upfront about his feelings. But logic didn’t stop the ache from spreading quietly in my chest.

Then another thought surfaced.

If he really did suggest breaking up… what would I choose?

A shadow passed over my face as my shoulders slumped.

But only for a moment.

In the next second, I lifted my head, forcing my composure back into place.

Since I was the one who set the terms in the first place, I’d bear the consequences-even if it tore me apart. After all, I had long fallen irrevocably in love with Dean.

With that realization, a strange calm washed over me.

Ignoring the faint, throbbing pain in my chest, I looked at my reflection in the elevator mirror and smiled faintly.

No matter what, I would never lower myself and beg for love.

You can only stop a man who’s willing to stay in the first place. If he wants to leave, no amount of pleading will change his mind.

With that, I dismissed the alarm and exited the app.

Then, almost mechanically, I dialed Marissa’s number.

We’d planned to meet for coffee at a café downstairs from Caldwell Group, but now I could barely muster the energy to pretend I was fine.

All I wanted was to go home, curl up in bed, and sleep.

“Are you on your way already?” she asked the moment she picked up, her tone warm and affectionate.

This past year, so many things had changed-with my relationship with Julian and Marissa healing more than I’d ever expected.

We were finally comfortable around each other, just like any ordinary siblings.

“No,” I replied. “I might not make it. I feel a little unwell, so I’m going home to rest.”

There was a pause before she suddenly exclaimed, “No, you can’t go home!”

I blinked, confused at her outburst. “Why not?”

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“B-Because…” she stammered, her voice tinged with nervousness-something unusual for her.

“Because you should go

to the hospital instead! Yes, that’s it.”

“The hospital?” I echoed with bewilderment.

“Since you feel unwell, isn’t it only natural to get checked? You can’t underestimate small discomforts these days-they often turn into tricky illnesses.”

Her insistence only deepened my confusion.

I just felt a little tired-nothing a nap couldn’t fix. But she made it sound like I was on the verge of collapsing.

Before I could clarify that it wasn’t necessary, she’d already decided for me.

“Alright. I’ll wait for you at the company and we’ll go together.”

Before I could say another word, she hung up.

I sighed at my phone, more puzzled than ever. But since she’d put it that way, I didn’t have much choice.

After arriving at Caldwell Group, I waited for Marissa to finish her work before we headed to the hospital together.

True to her word, she made me go through a few tests, and predictably, every result came back perfect-I was as healthy as ever.

By the time the whole ordeal ended, the sky outside had darkened.

“Thanks for today,” I said as we got into my car and fastened our seat belts. “Do you want me to drop you off at your apartment or back at the company?”

She barely hesitated. “I’ll go back with you.”

“Uh?” I blinked. Not because I minded her coming-it wasn’t the first time-but because she usually told me in advance. She’d once said it was her way of respecting my personal space, since I disliked unannounced visits.

Then something occurred to me. “Did you fight with your boyfriend again?”

Honestly, I never liked him. He reminded me too much of Brandon-polite on the surface, but

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rotten underneath.

Still, I’d never said so out loud. As long as he didn’t hurt her, it wasn’t my place to interfere.

I did tell Dean, though, and oddly enough, he’d agreed. He even asked me to warn Marissa to be cautious around him.

Marissa chuckled softly, snapping me out of my thoughts. “What boyfriend? I broke up with him a while ago. Your big sis is single again. So if you know any good catches, introduce them to me.”

I studied her face, looking beyond her playful tone and teasing look. Finally, I concluded she was dead serious.

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