Chapter 11

Summer's POV As soon as the plane touched down and I powered on my phone, the notification chime went off like a machine gun, threatening to shred my last nerve. The screen lit up with dozens of missed calls and voice messages—every single one from Alpha Foster. He'd been blowing up my phone since last night, sending a message almost every hour: At 7 PM, his first "apology": 【Summer, last night was my fault. I lost control.】 【I bought gifts for you and Felix. I'm coming home soon.】 By 8 PM, desperation crept in: 【Summer, why can't I reach you?】 【Where are you and Felix? Please, just reply. I'm worried.】 By 10 PM, the mask came off: 【Summer, I really messed up. Don't ignore me, please. I can explain everything…】 【Come home. I can't live without you... without Felix.】 Voice messages flooded WhatsApp, each one a full 60 seconds long—like they were trying to drag me back from the edge I was finally escaping. I frowned, disgusted, and shoved the phone back into my bag. Every word he sent wa