Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 590

Chapter 590: From crazily childish to adorably sulky.

Ryan’s fists clenched, and his jaws ticked when he realized he might never get his hands on that diary again. He had always thought he would have at least had something left —something to prove that they existed, even if only in memories. That if he hadn’t messed it all up, they could have ended up beautifully together.

But now, even that one fragile thread was gone.

Why?

Why wasn’t he allowed to keep even the smallest trace of her?

Was he really that undeserving?

"Son —"

"Mom," he cut her off —for the first time —and his voice was uncharacteristically sharp. "I had just that one diary with me. Do you really have to be so cruel?"

Cruel!

The words hit Beca harder than she expected. She blinked, stunned. No — she had never wanted to be cruel. Not to her son. Never.

"Ryan, I am your mother," she said softly. "How could I ever be cruel to you?"

His finger lifted, pointing at the distance out the door —not at anything particular, but at the emptiness that surrounded him. "You took away the only thing that helped me hold myself together. The only thing that kept me from falling apart. If that’s not cruel, then what is?"

Beca shook her head, her voice urgent. "No. The diary didn’t belong to you, Ryan. It was Arwen’s. Catrin used it —she manipulated you. She made you think Arwen wrote all those things for you, but she didn’t. It was for —"

Before she could finish, Ryan raised his hand sharply, silencing her.

Beca faltered mid-step, stopping in her tracks. Her heart ached at the sight of his crumbling restraint.

"Ryan, —"

"Mom, I am not in the right state right now," he muttered, turning away from her. His back was stiff, distant, and unwelcoming. "Please just leave."

"But, son —"

"I might not hold back," he snapped, his voice slicing through the room. "Don’t stay and make me say something I will regret. Please ... just leave."

Beca stood frozen for a long second, her heart twisting painfully in her chest. Her hands trembled, caught between reaching out and walking away. But in the end, she chose silence —and obedience.

She turned around quietly and walked to the door.

Just as she reached the threshold, she paused and looked back once more — hoping he would allow her to console him, listen to her words of advice —find solace in her arms like he had always found during his childhood.

But he didn’t.

All she saw was his back, rigid and unmoving.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Ryan let out a long, ragged breath. The silence that followed was suffocating.

He looked around the room —the place, once organized, was now all a mess —just like his life.

Saying that, she stepped back, turning to leave. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

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