When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 150

Back in the day, those old wooden desks were covered in little carvings, each one hiding a secret crush or a whispered promise between boys and girls.

“Yeah, I kind of want to see if my first love’s name is still there,” someone said, laughing.

Dorothea slipped outside. “Carmen, I want to walk around downstairs for a bit. I’ll wait for you at the main gate later, okay?”

Behind the playground, tall reeds swayed in the breeze, and just beyond them stood a faded red brick wall.

Dorothea moved closer, taking her time. She’d walked this path so many times before, her heart always pounding with nerves or hope. Now, though, her heart felt perfectly still.

Everyone messes up in love at least once. Today, she just wanted to quietly erase those old mistakes.

When she reached the wall, she found it covered in layers and layers of graffiti. Names, promises, wishes—so many stories stacked on top of each other.

She headed straight for the farthest corner. That was where she’d hidden her secret, way back when she was too shy to tell anyone how she felt.

There, scratched into the wall in messy letters, was the name: Albert.

There was a time when just seeing that name would send her heart into a tailspin.

Now, she crouched down, picked up a small stone, and slowly began to rub the name away, stroke by stroke. She felt strangely calm, almost peaceful.

It felt like the perfect way to say goodbye to her younger, more innocent self.

She was so focused on what she was doing that she didn’t notice her phone lighting up inside her bag.

She had no idea how much time had passed before the name was finally gone, nothing left but a faint smudge.

Dorothea let out a soft, relieved laugh. Just then, she heard Carmen calling behind her.

“Dorothea!”

“There you are! Come on, we’re heading out to eat!” Carmen called.

Dorothea turned, a smile tugging at her lips. “Coming.”

The sunlight at four o’clock painted the red wall with a warm, orange glow.

A flock of pigeons landed in the reeds. Carmen glanced at the wall, her brows knitting together in confusion, then her eyes went wide with surprise.

“Dorothea, come here, quick!”

Dorothea wasn’t sure what was going on, but she hurried over.

“What is it, Carmen?”

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