Third Person's POV
What Edmond had replied was, “I love you as a person. Whether you're cool and untouchable or alluring and charming, I love you.”
He had even added, “Sure, there are countless women with charm and beauty in the world, but they're not you. That’s why I will never be moved or even spare them a glance.”
In moments of passion, vows like these felt intoxicating—words crafted to sweep someone off their feet. But no matter how sincere they seemed, love could only go so far against the fickleness of the human heart.
'Edmond, you’ve truly rotted to the core,' Haven spat inwardly.
She didn’t know how long she cried that night, but eventually, she wiped her tears and forced herself to move. Returning home, she began gathering everything tied to her ten years with Edmond.
Every item connected to their memories went into piles—valuable ones for donation to charity, the rest destined for the trash.
When her hand brushed the naming rights document for the asteroid "Haven’s Serenity," she paused. But since the sentimental value of it had long since eroded, she packed it away and contacted the relevant organization to sell the rights.
'I don’t want anything you’ve given me, Edmond—not a single thing. Not even you,' she resolved silently.
Later that evening, Edmond stormed into the house, panic etched across his face. Finding Haven in the middle of her skincare routine, he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her pillow like a guilty child seeking solace.
“Haven,” he said, his voice trembling with both fear and grievance, “did I do something wrong? Why are you selling the naming rights to the asteroid?”
That asteroid represented his love for her, so how could she bear to transfer it to someone else?
That was why the moment Edmond heard about it, he was overwhelmed with anxiety.
Haven met his frantic and uneasy gaze with an unshaken calm. “It should go to someone more deserving.”
The asteroid’s name, "Haven’s Serenity," no longer fit their fractured and decaying relationship.
However, Edmond couldn’t accept it. His grip on her hand tightened as his voice rose slightly. “Don’t say that. Our love is the perfect match for that asteroid. We’re soulmates! It’s a symbol of us, and it belongs with us forever.”
Without waiting for her response, he grabbed the transfer papers and tore them apart, the pieces falling to the floor like confetti from a celebration long past.
“Don’t ever do this again,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion. “You have no idea how worried I was when I found out.”
Watching his almost obsessive protectiveness, Haven suppressed the sarcasm bubbling up in her chest and said blandly, “Go take a shower. I’m going to sleep.”
As Edmond retreated to the bathroom, Haven scoffed internally. 'How could he be clean when he just came from someone else’s arms?'
When Edmond emerged, freshly showered, Haven was already lying on the bed, her back turned toward him. Her serene face, even in sleep, felt like an unspoken rejection.
Edmond stood there, staring at her. His eyes overflowed with love so intense it might have overwhelmed her—if only she had been awake to see it.
Just then, a soft knock broke the silence, followed by the housekeeper's low voice. “Mr. Warner, Mr. Reeves and Mr. Cantrell are downstairs. They said they’re here to take you out for drinks. Should I send them away?”
Edmond frowned and crossed to the door, lowering his voice to avoid disturbing Haven. “Send them home. I’m staying in tonight. I don’t have time for their nonsense.”
The housekeeper hesitated, unsure, but before she could act, Walter Reeves and Clifford Cantrell, growing impatient downstairs, called Edmond directly.
Because of that, Haven, a light sleeper, stirred at the sound. Her eyes fluttered open, which Edmond saw.
“I’ll go downstairs and send them off,” he said quickly.
“Okay,” Haven replied indifferently.
Downstairs, Walter and Clifford wasted no time and surrounded Edmond. They draped their arms over his shoulders like rowdy college buddies and urged him to join them for some fun.
However, Edmond brushed off their hands. “You’re not kids anymore. It’s time to settle down, dudes. I'm now married, so I should be home with my wife and daughter at night.”
Walter teased, “Oh, come on, Edmond. That’s no fun. It’s been forever since we hung out! Everyone’s here tonight and we came just for you.”
