Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 54

It hurt—a sharp, insistent ache.

This isn’t a dream.

Her memory was a tangle: the last thing she remembered was opening her eyes to see Kent, a reckless desire sparking inside her, kissing him—hungrily, shamelessly. After that, everything went blank.

Silvia’s pupils contracted; her head, already throbbing, pulsed with fresh pain. Her body was stiff, still tangled in Kent’s arms. She hadn’t moved away. Desperate for answers, she pressed, “Did we really…?”

Kent’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. “You’re not wrong,” he said, his voice flavored with a wry amusement.

He hadn’t denied it—just left her dangling with that ambiguous reply. That was all the confirmation Silvia needed. She’d slept with Kent.

Classic. Drunk and reckless. She’d become the cliché.

Silvia finally pulled herself out of his embrace and met his gaze. There was no teasing in Kent’s eyes now—just a quiet seriousness that caught her off guard.

What was she supposed to do after something like this? She had zero experience with this kind of aftermath.

She and Shipley had known each other for five years, but besides a few hugs and kisses, nothing more intimate had ever happened between them.

Now she’d slept with Shipley’s arch-rival, just like that.

Kent must have noticed the furrow in her brow, the way she was lost in thought, because a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. “So, are you not planning to take responsibility for me?”

His tone was light, as if they were discussing the weather. That only made it harder for Silvia to figure out what he really meant.

To her, last night was a monumental accident. She couldn’t take responsibility for Kent, even if she wanted to.

In a few hours, she’d be on a flight back to Capital City. There was even a chance she’d be getting married to someone else by tomorrow. She couldn’t juggle two men the way Shipley did.

Silvia steeled herself and turned away. “Mr. Parsons, let’s be adults about this. It was a mutual decision, no harm done.”

“Mr. Parsons, I’m not the irresponsible type, it’s just that my family—”

She didn’t get to finish. Kent interrupted her, a faint, almost mocking smile playing on his lips. “Like you said, you’re a responsible person. Take your time and let me know when you’ve figured things out.”

With that, he left the room.

Outside, Kent lowered his eyes, absently rubbing his fingertips together, his voice a low, velvety murmur. “Some people are just… so easy to fool.”

No wonder Shipley had managed to string her along for five years.

Silvia lay on the bed for a moment, collecting herself, then suddenly sat up and began to wash up and get dressed.

Thank God she’d be leaving Luminova City soon. Even if she did bump into Kent again back in Capital City, at least that day was far off.

If she was destined to play the villain in this story, then she’d just have to make her escape while she still could.