Aww Seven Exes Begged Cute Blocked novel Chapter 79

**A Promise Written on the Rusted Edge of Time by Dael Rowan Sire**
**Chapter 79**

The moment Ethan stepped forward, aligning himself firmly with Sophia without a hint of inquiry, a long-buried wound deep within Avery’s heart tore open anew, raw and aching. It felt as if the very air around her thickened, suffocating her with its weight.

She bit down hard on her lip, the metallic taste of blood mingling with the bitterness in her throat. Her voice emerged, trembling yet resolute, a fragile thread woven through the chaos of emotions swirling around her. “She tried to have me raped! She faked falling! Go check upstairs—that homeless guy is still—”

Before she could articulate the full extent of her accusation, Sophia’s sobs erupted like a sudden storm, and she flung herself into Ethan’s protective embrace. “That’s a lie! Ethan, she called me a homewrecker! She said I ruined your relationship! Then she pushed me! Why is she making up such horrible things?” Her voice quivered with desperation, each word laced with a plea for understanding.

In that moment, Ethan stood as a bulwark between the two women, unwavering and resolute. He enveloped Sophia in his arms, shielding her from the storm of Avery’s words, and turned to face Avery, his voice a chilling blade slicing through the tension. “Bullshit! Sophia would never do that! You pushed her, and now you’re lying? God, you’ve been obsessed with me since we were kids. I only tolerated you because our parents are friends. You’re delusional. Just get the fuck out!”

Each syllable was like a hammer striking her heart, driving shards of despair deeper into her soul. Avery felt as if the ground beneath her was crumbling away, leaving her suspended in disbelief.

She stared at him, her mind racing, shock rendering her momentarily speechless. As the silence stretched, she felt a profound stillness settle over her, a calm that belied the storm within. “Fine! As you wish—I’ll never appear in front of you again,” she finally declared, her voice steady, though her heart was fracturing.

With that, she turned on her heel, her figure a delicate silhouette against the chaos of emotions swirling around her. Each step was a battle against the urge to look back, to seek some sign of remorse or regret in Ethan’s eyes. But she pressed on, her resolve hardening, refusing to glance over her shoulder.

Behind her, Ethan’s voice cut through the air like a knife, delivering a final, merciless decree: “Don’t ever let me see you again!”

Avery’s heart sank, but she didn’t falter. Deep down, she understood that this was the end, a definitive farewell that would echo in the corridors of her mind for years to come.

The morning light spilled into her room, illuminating the remnants of her past as Avery woke to the sound of the last page of her calendar being torn away, crisp and final like the sound of a door slamming shut.

As she prepared to leave, suitcase in hand, her parents’ voices broke through her reverie. “Honey! The Millers invited us for one last lunch! Hurry up!” Their enthusiasm was palpable, but it felt like a weight pressing down on her chest.

Though the last thing she desired was to be entangled in anything that reminded her of Ethan, she hesitated for a moment before acquiescing. She understood the importance of family, even if it meant facing the remnants of a relationship that had shattered her.

To her relief, Ethan was not at home. Mr. and Mrs. Miller busied themselves, dialing his number repeatedly, their hopeful expressions dimming with each unanswered call.

Just then, the boarding announcement crackled over the intercom, cutting through the tension. Avery didn’t feel the need to explain; instead, she walked over to Mr. and Mrs. Miller, offering them a polite farewell.

Her parents produced a red envelope from their pocket, handing it over with a sense of gravity. “We won’t be able to attend the wedding. Please pass along our message—congratulations on their marriage, and we wish them happiness.”

In that moment of farewell, emotion swirled around them, a bittersweet mixture of nostalgia and hope. Standing to the side, Avery opened her phone and methodically began to block and delete every trace of Ethan. Contacts, phone numbers, social media accounts—she wiped everything clean, erasing the remnants of a life that had once intertwined with hers.

Once she completed this task, she linked arms with her parents, waving goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Miller, her gaze steady and serene, a smile gracing her lips that spoke of newfound freedom.

She never looked back.

The wind picked up behind her, the boarding announcements grew more frequent, but she pressed forward, unyielding, resolute in her departure.

At that very moment, Ethan’s phone lit up for the first time, a series of urgent vibrations pulling him from his thoughts. Frowning, he reached for his phone, unaware of the storm brewing in the wake of their final parting.