The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 645

After the injection, Luna was hit with a bone-deep chill—but that was just the beginning. In an instant, her senses exploded, every touch, sound, and smell slamming into her a thousand times stronger than before.

The damp, cold cell wasn’t just uncomfortable now—it felt like a thousand icy needles stabbing her skin. The brush of her clothes scraped her raw, every seam and thread like sandpaper. The faint mold in the air suddenly turned sharp and sickening, burning her nose and making her stomach churn. Even the sound of her own teeth chattering echoed in her skull, thunderous and relentless.

But the worst part was the pain. It was as if someone had twisted a dial inside her, making every ache and sting roar through her body, relentless and overwhelming.

“Ah—! It hurts! I’m freezing! Charles… please, let me go… I’m begging you, please, I can’t stand it, it hurts so much…”

She was sobbing now, all her earlier bravado gone, washed away by tears and pain. When she looked up at Charles, her eyes were wet and pleading, her whole body trembling—pathetic, desperate.

She’d always been good at this. Dahlia had taught her well: how to look helpless, how to tug at someone’s sympathy. And it used to work—Charles always fell for it.

But now, whether she was truly in agony or just putting on a show, it didn’t matter. Charles just looked at her with cold, empty eyes.

There wasn’t a trace of warmth left in him. No nostalgia, no regret. Nothing.

How could he be so heartless? Luna’s chest tightened with hurt and fury. She knew the truth—she’d seen it in his eyes ever since he found out she wasn’t Debbie. There was nothing left but icy contempt.

Still, she couldn’t give up—not yet.

When pity failed, Luna dropped the act. She just curled up, shivering and biting down so hard on her lip she tasted blood. This pain—this humiliation—was worse than anything she’d suffered back in Myanmar.

But she still refused to give in.

She wasn’t about to let Charles and Evelyn have their happy ending. She would never let that little family get their chance.

…

Charles watched her thrash and scream, face unreadable.

Finally, he spoke, quiet but sharp, slicing through her cries: “Luna, where’s the antidote? Tell me, and this ends.”

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