The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 24

Chapter 24 Loyalty Is A

Choice

Corrine shook her head faintly. "It's my fault."

Deep down, she knew that Nate's appearance wasn't the sole reason for her illness. Even without him, her body would have given out eventually.

After all, how many could endure a storm battering both body and soul without faltering?

She'd always believed the scars of her childhood had hardened her heart into an unyielding fortress. Yet, betrayal from the one she loved most had pierced that armor, leaving her to crumble under the weight of

heartache.

Evelyn watched Corrine's desolate expression, her eyes soft with understanding. Taking Corrine's hand in hers, she spoke slowly, her voice steady yet comforting. "People always reach for more than they have. Once they get it, they want something else, never truly satisfied. Changing feelings are only human, but loyalty that's a choice, a deliberate act." Her words lingered in the air. "What belongs to you will find its way back, even if you let it go. And what doesn't? It's better to release it sooner. The power to choose has always been yours."

Corrine's eyelashes fluttered as she absorbed Evelyn's insight. "Changing feelings are only human, but loyalty- that's a choice, a deliberate act." These words lingered in her mind.

Marriage, Corrine realized, was never meant to be a prison or an unyielding chain.

can walk together, but either can choose to part ways along the road. One day, you'll find someone who wants to travel all the way to the same destination with

brushing against Corrine's hollow cheek. "Good girl, remember, we live for ourselves-not for anyone

by the clarity in Evelyn's words. Then, a warm smile broke

"Thank you for that."

to keep me company, so I should

and soon Evelyn couldn't suppress a quiet

guilt tinging her voice. "I've gone on too long, haven't I? You've just come out

intending to take her leave, but

said, her tone almost pleading. "Now that you're here,

"I-"

I know. I'm just an old woman who must seem like a nuisance to you young folks. Always so busy, day and night,

Danced at

Corrine with a

forlorn expression before to

her gaze, her

for years.

you want to leave, just

guilt pricking her like needles. Her thoughts wandered to her grandfather, who used to voice the same laments about being left alone. She hadn't been there for him