Page 147 of Broken Destiny

Standing there, staring at my phone, I finally gathered the courage to type out a message to Caleb.

Me

Hi! We need to talk. It’s important. I’m staying at the Grand Excelsior Hotel, Room 801.

Praying that he would respond soon, I placed the phone beside me and lay down on the bed.

I waited for almost an hour.

The screen remained dark beside me.

Then exhaustion finally claimed me, and I drifted into sleep.

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Ireached for my phone as soon as I woke up, my pulse already hammering.

The screen lit up in my hand.

No messages.

My chest sank.

Caleb still hadn’t responded.

Not to my call or message.

Not to anything.

How was I supposed to reach him if he wouldn’t answer?

I stared at the phone, my thumb hovering over his name.

Should I call again? Should I go to his office? Should I show up at his penthouse and force a conversation he clearly didn’t want to have?

I rubbed my forehead.

His fiancée might be there. That alone would turn an already painful situation into something humiliating. The last thing I wanted was to stand in his living room like an intruder while another woman claimed the space that had once been mine.

Maybe he hadn’t seen the message.

I clung to that thought for a few seconds, holding on to it the way a drowning person clutches a piece of driftwood.

But I knew better.

The blue ticks on WhatsApp glared back at me like silent witnesses.

He had seen it but chosen not to respond.

I drew in a slow breath and sat up in bed.

I would wait another day or two. If he still refused to answer, I would go to his penthouse on Wednesday and face him head-on.

The truth deserved to be heard, even if it shattered everything.

Later that morning, I called my mother.