She was Engaged to the Man Waiting for Her Sister

The last line of the agreement read: [From now on, Terri Darton and Blayne Holzman have no further relationship.]

She waited until her account was locked—that would be the final proof. The proof that she was truly free.

Because of that drink, Terri had injured her stomach and remained in the hospital for treatment. During this time, Blayne never once called or asked about her.

When she was finally cleared for discharge, her phone rang.

Looking at the familiar number, she hesitated for a moment until she picked it up.

“Grandma went to the villa today, and not a single soul was there. What kind of stunt are you pulling this time? You got the money, the marriage is done—what the hell do you want now?”

It was rare for Blayne to call, but his tone was as sharp and irritable as ever.

He didn’t sound like this when things were good between them.

Back then, his voice was gentle, carrying a hint of boyish warmth.

This sharpness, this impatience—this was how Blayne spoke to outsiders.

Right.

In his eyes, Terri was an outsider now.

The last lingering trace of sentiment in her heart disappeared completely, leaving behind a peace she had never felt before.

His tone no longer hurt her.

Calmly, she replied, “I’m in the hospital. The doctor wanted me to stay for observation, so I didn’t go back.”

And she never would.

But she didn’t say that.

There was a brief silence on the other end, then his voice turned even more annoyed, laced with sarcasm. “Can you stop competing with Ver over everything? She gets hospitalized, and suddenly, so do you? You’re not even trying to hide it. Jeez, you’re starting to disgust me!

“Listen, this is the third time already. If you still want any money from my family, then wait until you apologize to Valerie. When she says the word, I’ll wire you.”

After saying that, he hung up without waiting for Terri to speak.

Regardless, her gaze remained indifferent.

She tapped on Blayne’s profile. The name displayed was [Love].

Without hesitation, she blocked him.

She was exhausted. Tired of it all.

She split her savings in half, keeping only what she needed to live on. The rest, she transferred to her mother.

She knew full well why Valerie kept tormenting her—to make herself seem more important in Blayne’s eyes.

But once Terri was gone, Valerie would lose interest.

And without her in the picture, her mother’s life would finally get easier.

Terri had played this game of cat and mouse long enough.

So she chose to leave.

She blocked every number and silenced every notification.

She was going far away—to Texas.

To start a new life.

Blayne would never hear from her again.

They would never cross paths again.

She found a gap in her schedule to return one last time, gathering all of her belongings.

Everything Blayne had bought her remained untouched.

One New Year’s, he gave her a gift—holding her hand, he guided her as they wrote in elegant script together.

[Terri, may you be happy year after year.]

She had hugged him then, tears streaming down her face.

Back then, she had believed it was real.

She had treasured that piece of letter like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Now, she took it out and set it aflame without a second thought.

The fire curled around the paper, flickering hungrily, but her expression remained impassive.

She placed the villa’s key back where it belonged, erasing every last trace of herself.

As if she had never been there at all.

Sitting in the airport lounge, she wore oversized sunglasses that hid her expression.

Overhead, the announcement came.

“Passengers on flight DL760, please proceed to boarding. May you have a pleasant journey.”

As the artificial voice echoed through the terminal, Terri pulled out her SIM card and tossed it into the trash.