That day, Jakarta felt hotter than usual.

But Evelyn felt cold—an aching chill blooming from deep inside her chest.

Her phone buzzed.

A message from William.

> “I’m going to Tokyo. A few weeks. Focusing on the philanthropy project there.”

“You don’t need me anymore. And that’s not your fault.”

Evelyn stared at the screen, breath caught in her throat.

No greeting. No explanation. No question.

Just a sentence that felt like a verdict.

As if William had already given up… and was letting her go in silence.

She wanted to call him. But her fingers didn’t move.

Because she knew: if someone truly wants to stay, they don’t leave...