Rewriting My Heart's Fate

I managed to force a smile.

"It went well. Mr. Fernandez is very kind and gave me a lot of advice."

Rowan nodded. "That's good to hear. By the way, I mentioned our collaboration plan to him, and he's very interested. If Evelyn Studio could team up with Rovera Group, and make a name in Melando, the potential would be limitless." A warm feeling spread through me. If it hadn't been for Ethan nearly derailing my dream in Melando, I wouldn't have made the decision I did to leave him behind.

This trip to Melando, though full of ups and downs, had opened the door to my dreams.

I threw myself completely into developing Evelyn Studio, and the collaboration with Rovera Group was progressing rapidly.

Rowan proved to be a trustworthy partner. He connected me with the right people and provided various resources, making it easy for Evelyn Studio to flourish in Melando, taking root quickly.

At the same time, I didn't forget about Stefano.

Under his guidance, my design skills improved drastically, and my perspective on fashion became broader. We often spent time at his villa, discussing everything from design to philosophy, and every conversation left me feeling enlightened. Days passed, and my life in Melando was becoming more comfortable. The company was thriving, my network was expanding, and I was beginning to make a name for myself in the fashion industry.

Just as I was fully immersed in work, an unexpected phone call shattered my peace.

"Hello, is this Ms. Wiley?" a familiar voice asked.

I froze. It was Ethan's secretary, Sidney Wendell.

this? Didn't we agree that I didn't want to hear about him

Wiley." Sidney sounded hesitant. "Mr. Grayson... he's had an

My heart clenched.

I asked, my

he could be in critical condition at any moment," Sidney sighed. "Before he fell unconscious, he kept calling your name. He... he might want to see you one last time." I felt as if the world

accident? Could he be

uncontrollably streamed down my face, and I trembled, barely holding

you," Sidney's voice was quiet. "I think he wants to see you one

silent for a moment before

next available flight and immediately prepared to

hours of flight felt

words kept repeating in my mind, and the

didn't even pause for rest. I rushed straight to the

room, Ethan's assistants

stood up, eyes red, as soon as they saw

a coma for a week," one of them said

"I'm here."

open the

hospital bed, pale and lifeless. The man who once exuded energy and confidence now looked fragile,