Chapter 6: The Songbird’s Secret

Following the chat’s hints, I found Evan’s songbird’s TikTok account. Only then did I realize she’d shown up under my nose many times.

The username hit me like a slap—so obvious, I should’ve noticed sooner. Her face was familiar from company events, always hovering at the edge of my vision like a bad premonition.

She’s a minor internet celebrity under Evan’s media company, named Lily Summers. Her account is called “EvanLilyMoments.”

The latest video shows a London street view—red double-decker buses rolled by in the background, but all I could see was his hand—her hand in his, a dusty embrace. A small mole on the man’s thumb joint—no one knows it better than I do.

I stared at the video until my eyes blurred, replaying the frame over and over. I would have known that hand anywhere—after all, it used to hold mine.

The caption reads: “That year of purest love, he left his well-matched fiancée behind and crossed an ocean to find me. The wind that missed you finally blew from Maple Heights to London.”

The video blew up, and the comments all gushed over this beautiful love.

“After the songbird escaped, the CEO chased his girl in real life, ahhh.”

“I know this plot! Your sugar daddy actually loves you, sis. The fiancée is just a stepping stone to push him to chase you~”

“See? Only the rich and powerful can afford to be so infatuated. Please share the sugar daddy’s link, sob sob~”

Chat bubbles:

[Is everyone in this comment section fake? This isn’t songbird literature, it’s mistress literature, okay?]

[Fiancée, huh. Sure knows how to make the jerk look good. The heroine’s ex-fiancé was obviously the big villain in the book.]

There’s a bitterness in knowing your pain is just another subplot for strangers to gossip over, another hashtag in someone else’s love story.