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

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,"

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

lively chatter of the crowd, the clinking of champagne glasses,

his embrace. His familiar scent surrounded

whispered near my ear. "There's been so much misunderstanding between us, so much left

I cut him off firmly.

Ke

resolute Ethan, there's nothing left for us to say. I don't want to hear your sweet words anymore, and don't want to get involved with you again. We can't

tightened his

go. No matter what, I'm not letting you leave me. I

I'm willing to give up

ove

chance to make things

my vision. I bit my lip to stop the

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

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