Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 243

The weather had been perfectly clear earlier, but now, out of nowhere, a torrential downpour started. The sudden rain only heightened my anxiety, leaving me with anunsettling feeling deep inside. Fertunately, I made it home not long after. As soon as I got there, I ran myself a hot bath, hoping to wash away the stress.

I tried hard to empty my mind, letting my thoughts fade as I regained some sense of calm. I couldn't let anything affect my mood or let emotions control the

course of my life.

In my previous life, I spent all my time chasing love, and in the end, the result was disappointing-laughable, even. Pouring everything into a relationship only left me more broken

I had been given a chance to rewrite my story this time, but I wasn't sure if I could truly change everything

I stood in the dimly lit room, wearing my bathrobe, and gazed out the window. The rain, glowing under the streetlights, had a spooky beauty that brought back memories of a cold, rainy night in my past life.

I was wearing a wool coat that night, shivering from the chill

and a fever, and my body was weak Desperately, I tried to stop h him from leaving, but as soon as his phone rang, he was ready to go. "Can't you just spend some time with me? Is our marriage really just a joke to you? Do you really have

was pleading, begging him to stay. I was in so much pain, and I needed someone by my side. I showed Ethan my

what you wanted? Do you think being Mrs. Grayson is enough for you? Fine, you

u can have the

world as though he'd never been a part of it. All I wanted was for us to be together and for love to wrap but we had no happy future. In the end, it was just me and him, living in a cold,

anonymous sender. The video was clear enough to see. It showed him with

as if he Indulged his beloved, giving her all his tenderness. No matter how

the two of them looked as happy as newlyweds, while I felt like the third wheel, an outsider in their relationship-unloved and unworthy of respect. It was clear. When one wasn't love, they would always

being the wife. Being Mrs. Grayson was nothing but

thoughts slowly returned to the

I saw a few people running through the rain, reminding me how hard

at my reflection in the mirror, I noticed how tired I looked, so I applied a light layer of makeup,

more radianc.

had nothing left but my two hands to build my