Rewriting My Heart's Fate

He gave me a meaningful glance before walking away. "Three days from now, I'm hosting a banquet at Rovera Manor. I hope you will grace us with your presence, Ms. Wiley." Ethan's expression darkened like a brewing storm. His clenched fists trembled as though he might lunge at him.

"Don't go," he commanded. He gripped my wrist tightly with an overbearing authority.

I shook off his hand and replied coldly, "It's my choice. You have no right to interfere."

With that, I turned and walked away from the balcony without looking back.

Ethan's pleading voice rang out. But I turned a deaf ear. I held back my tears and quickened my pace.

So, he cared this much about my every move? What about those dazzling socialites? What did they mean to him, really?

Ethan knew all too well that my pride was fragile. He was always close but never close enough. But I was no longer the timid, powerless person I once was.

I wiped away my tears and returned to the banquet hall. I tried to hide any trace of vulnerability.

As I walked past a corner, I collided with a tall figure. The impact sent me stumbling back a few steps, almost losing my balance.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see "

in my throat. It was Ethan. He had followed

in a gray suit that fit him perfectly, he looked refined. The dim light cast shadows on his sharp features, giving him an enigmatic and almost surreal look. "It's me," he said. His deep, hoarse voice carried

hearts. I should have walked away immediately, but I froze, as if I was under a spell. "Evelyn..." he murmured. His

chatter of the crowd, the clinking of champagne glasses,

wrap me in his embrace. His familiar

need to talk," he whispered near my ear. "There's been so much misunderstanding between us, so

cut him off

Ke

to get involved with you again. We can't go back to the way we were. You have your life, and I have my dreams. Why not just

then tightened his

not letting you leave me. I love you,

and always. That will never change. I'm willing to give up everything to earn your forgiveness. Please, just give

ove

chance to make things

heart shook, and tears blurred my vision. I bit my lip to stop

cut like a blade. They reopened my old wounds, each one deeper than the last. But the

I was on the verge of faltering, Vivian appeared. Her appearance interrupted the