Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 183

Lawrence couldn’t bring himself to picture just how much it hurt Bonnie at night, when everything was quiet and she was left with nothing but these messages and the bite marks on her hand as she tried to dull the pain. Whatever he was feeling right now, she must have had it so much worse, a hundred, a thousand times over.

His eyes grew blurry until the screen melted out of focus. He pressed his palms into his eyes, swallowed the ache, and kept scrolling. Bonnie had still been sharing bits of her life with him, just like she used to when they were still together. Every photo and message felt like a diary of heartbreak, a record of a girl fighting to move on but getting nowhere.

He froze on one post from her. It was her first New Year after the breakup, spent alone at a ski resort. She’d written, “Lawrence, Happy New Year. One day I’ll be better at skiing than you.” There was a picture—a blinding field of white, not a soul in sight. The tracks on the snow were still crisp from the grooming machine. Bonnie’s reflection appeared in the glass door of the lift as it crawled up the slope.

That night, while families were celebrating Christmas Eve with lights in every window, Bonnie spent it coasting down empty hills by herself. She kept sending him photos, flooding his inbox, while each little red notification felt like another knife. Each one made him flinch.

Lawrence slapped himself in the face, over and over, trying to make the guilt stop. He wrapped his arms around his head, his shoulders shaking as he finally let himself cry. He even hit the wound on his forehead again, desperate for the sting to distract him, to give his heart something else to focus on, because he couldn’t stand the dragged-out agony gnawing at him from the inside.

Message after message kept coming, Bonnie sharing photos from her hikes—she climbed the same mountains they once did, sent shots of the padlock they’d hooked to a chain, the red ribbons tied in the trees, the paths and stores they’d visited together. Then suddenly, it all stopped.

The last message was just Bonnie asking, one more time, “Why?” After that it was silence. Nothing else ever popped up in that chat window, nobody answered, she never sent another word into that empty space.

On one ordinary day, Bonnie had finally shaken off the ghost of their relationship. She blocked him, erased him from her world, never reaching back, never looking weak or desperate again. The man who brought her so much happiness and pain was now stuck forever on a lonely blocked list.

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