Rewriting My Heart's Fate

"Who is it?" I asked, feeling a surge of confusion and dread.

Richard's face turned uneasy. "It's... it's Mr. Grayson."

I felt as if I had been struck by lightning.

Ethan? What was he doing here?

"Mr. Grayson seems to have realized you were missing, and he's gone crazy looking for you," Richard said quietly. "Somehow, he managed to find his way here and insists on seeing you." A fire of frustration burned in my chest.

What did Ethan want from me? Why couldn't he just disappear and stop messing up my life?

Richard noticed my anger and gently patted my shoulder. "Don't worry, Ms. Wiley. We'll take care of this. You stay here and rest, I'll talk to Mr. Grayson." With that, he hurried off.

I stood alone on the terrace for a long while, gradually calming myself down.

No, I couldn't run away anymore. I had to face Ethan, once and for all. I had to tell him to let go, to stop tormenting me.

Some battles had to be fought on your own.

I walked back into the villa with determined steps. As I pushed the

couch, silent, with Stefano and Richard standing across from him, seemingly trying to reason with him. "It's me,"

them turned toward me, and Ethan jumped

"Evelyn!" he practically shouted.

the blink of an eye, he rushed over to me, pulling me

that?" he rambled on, tightening his hold around me

him away coldly. "We have nothing

froze. "Evelyn, let me

cut him off.

I've had enough of this. Let's go our separate ways. Don't hover around me anymore. Where I go is

concern!

with Vivian or not, but let

words, I turned and walked out without

desperate cry, "Evelyn! You can't do this to me! You still love me, don't

a moment, tears blurring my

still

so

no longer my motivation; it had become my shackle.