After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 111

Linda's eyes shimmered with carefully crafted tears as she approached Ryan.

She gave a long, trembling sigh and gazed up at him, her expression a delicate mixture of pity and resolve.

“Ryan,” she began, her voice soft yet resolute, “I’m sorry, really. I know you've liked me for years, but... I just don’t feel the same way. It’s time to let go. Please, stop following me.”

Ryan’s face, once flushed with hurt, turned an ashen shade, his lips slightly parted as he struggled to process her words. His hands fell limply to his sides, fingers clenching as though they might cling to some fragment of his pride.

For a long moment, he just stood there, silent, and in that silence, the weight of her rejection crashed over him, the finality of it shattering his remaining illusions.

I watched with detachment, yet a part of me recognized his pain. I knew the feeling of betrayal, the sting of being cast aside by someone you once trusted.

But Linda wasn’t finished. She turned to go, only to pause as Ryan’s voice, raw with desperation, broke the silence. “Linda—wait.”

His voice trembled as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a small velvet box.

"This… it was supposed to be a Christmas gift for you." He extended the box toward her, his hand trembling.

Linda hesitated, eyes flitting from the box to his face.

With a slight shrug, she reached out and took it, a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes.

She snapped it open, and for a brief second, the charm of a delicate necklace reflected in her gaze.

A faint, mocking smile curved on her lips as she examined it.

“This… it’s the necklace you worked an entire month for, right? Serving tables? It’s cute.” Her tone was light, but the disdain was unmistakable.

Ryan’s jaw tightened, his face paling. He looked as if he’d been struck, his fingers twitching as if reaching for words he couldn’t grasp.

Linda let out a sweet laugh and lifted her hand to show off the dazzling necklace around her neck, sparkling with real diamonds.

“See this?” she said, holding it out for everyone to admire.

“This necklace is from Arman. Real diamonds all over it. Even if you worked as a server for ten years, you still couldn’t afford it.”