The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 151

He had left Sloane all alone in the freezing apartment in the capital.

He... he hadn't taken her to Miami.

He had left her here. He had abandoned his new bride—his wife who was five months pregnant—all by herself...

Garrison held the card, his fingers trembling slightly.

He recalled what Lexi had told him. He pictured Sloane withdrawing from the athletic team alone, dropping out of school alone, and then... sitting all by herself at a dimly lit desk late at night, writing this very card.

He couldn't bear to think about it anymore.

Leaning against the wall, Garrison slowly slid down to a crouch.

The clock chimed. The hour hand pointed to eleven at night.

His birthday would be over in exactly one hour.

The calico cat, Mittens, padded over, rubbing against his legs with a soft meow.

He didn't move.

He just stared at the card, at the words "I love you," and at the faded date.

The hallway was dead silent.

The only sounds were the cat's occasional purring and the faint hum of traffic outside the window.

Garrison's fingertips gently brushed over the silver dial of the watch, caressing this birthday gift that was five years late...

Finally, the tears could no longer be held back.

Warm, clear tears of crushing regret and heartache fell drop by drop onto the silver face of the watch, pooling against his fingertips...

*

Meanwhile, on the Antarctic continent, at the foot of Wells Peak.

A deafening rumble echoed through the air—

It wasn't the crash of thunder, but a primal, heavy boom, as if something deep within the earth was ripping apart. Immediately after, a massive white wave cascaded down from the summit, carrying millions of tons of snow and ice, hurtling toward the base with apocalyptic force.

"Run!"

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