The Broken Vow: He Promised Me Forever, But Gave Her His Life Chapter 2

In high school, everyone knew Declan and I were a package deal.

But Savannah still fell hopelessly, incurably in love with him.

Her love was silent, passionate, like a moth to a flame.

She didn't care if she burned to ash.

Once, when Declan and I were eating in the cafeteria, someone intentionally bumped into Savannah, spilling soup and sauce all over her, and then blamed her for it.

Declan casually stepped in and bailed her out.

She looked up at him with panicked eyes, her gaze lingering for just a second before she ran away in a fluster.

That was probably the beginning of her crush.

But I was completely oblivious.

Because back then, Savannah was painfully ordinary.

It was hard to mistake Declan helping her for anything romantic.

She had just transferred from a small rural town. She was chubby, her complexion was dull, she spoke with a thick accent, and worst of all, she always walked with her head down, like she was hiding from the world.

But I don't know when it started—she lost weight, her skin cleared up, her accent vanished, and she stopped slouching. Her style became trendy and chic.

Years later, I finally realized that it was the brave, stubborn nature of a girl charging forward for love.

After she lost the weight, she wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, but she had this pure, innocent vibe that easily triggered a man's protective instincts. She had a lot of guys chasing her, and she gradually gained the halo of "campus beauty."

But Savannah rejected them all, shyly keeping her head down and saying she already liked someone.

The guys only tried harder, assuming it was just an excuse.

Until someone found a sketchbook in her desk.

Every single page was of the same person.

A boy with short hair, sharp eyes, and a small mole on the right side of his nose.

It turned out Savannah really did have someone she liked.

And that person was my boyfriend.

Some guys, purely wanting to start drama, stole the sketchbook and threw it onto Declan's desk.

Declan was ruthless. He personally handed it back to her. "Nice drawings. Think you can draw one of my girlfriend for me?"

A teenage girl's heart shattered on the floor.

That night, Savannah cried until her eyes were swollen.

But she didn't seem to give up.

She brought Declan medicine in the rain, and secretly cooked soup for him behind the RA's back.

After graduation, Declan and I both got into Stanford, and Savannah followed us to the same city, enrolling in a nearby, less-prestigious state college.

I never really paid attention to Savannah because of how Declan treated her.

When she brought him medicine, he ignored her, nuzzled my neck, and whined for me to go buy him medicine instead.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't you already have some right there?"

He casually tossed the bag of medicine she brought him into the trash. "I only take what you buy me. I'm not eating anything from anyone else."

When Savannah brought him soup, he dumped it out, grabbed the takeout soup I brought him, and ate it like it was a five-star meal, raving about how good it was.

I laughed at him for being fake, but he held my hand with total sincerity. "Harper, whatever you give me is the absolute best."

Declan and I dated for seven years, and Savannah stayed single the entire time. Many rich kids at her college pursued her, but she didn't look twice at any of them.

Gradually, people started digging into her past, and rumors flew.

They said the reason the campus beauty rejected countless guys was because her heart was already taken.

And the guy she loved had a girlfriend.

They were childhood sweethearts, went through everything together, and even went to Stanford together.

Some called Savannah shameless for lusting after another woman's boyfriend; others praised her as a hopeless romantic, keeping herself pure for him for seven years.

Someone even said, "I heard that guy is getting married soon. The campus beauty has never even dated. It's our time to shine, boys!"

It was true.

Declan and I were about to get married.

We had agreed ages ago that we would get our marriage license right after graduation.

And right at this critical moment, this incident happened.

Was it really just a coincidence?