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 "

I looked up, and my voice froze in my throat. It was Ethan. He had followed me.

Dressed 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 a magnetic undertone.noveldrama

At such close proximity, I could hear the pounding rhythm of our hearts. I should have walked away immediately, but I froze, as if I was under a spell. "Evelyn..." he murmured. His fingers brushed gently against my cheek.

The lively chatter of the crowd, the clinking of champagne glasses, the soft melody of the orchestra-all of it faded into silence.

I stayed still, letting him wrap me in his embrace. His familiar scent surrounded me, bittersweet yet intoxicating.

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

"No." I cut him off firmly. My tone

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was 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 go back to the way we were. You have your life, and I have my dreams. Why not just let it all go."

He froze, then tightened his arms around me.

"No. I won't let you go. No matter what, I'm not letting you leave me. I love you, Evelyn. I always

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

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one chance to make things right."

My heart shook, and tears blurred my vision. I bit my lip to stop the sobs that threatened to break free.

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

Just as I was on the verge of faltering, Vivian appeared. Her appearance interrupted the charged atmosphere.

Dressed in a striking red gown that accentuated her curves, she sauntered over and linked her arm through Ethan's.

"Darling, here you are!" She giggled and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Ethan stiffèned. He tried to pull

away, but Vivian clung to him like a vine. "The speeches are about to start, and you can't run off now." She shot me a provocative glance and

tugged Ethan away.

He could only cast a helpless look at me before allowing her to tug him away. Bitterness spread in my heart as I stood there and watched their figures fade into the distance. Maybe Ethan did love me. But so what? Love had never been enough to withstand the harsh reality.

The clock struck 8:30 pm, marking the official start of the Grayson Group's centennial celebration.

As the CEO of the company, Ethan was, of course, the center of attention. Dressed in a suit, he exuded confidence and charisma. The applause from the crowd was deafening.

I watched him from a distance. My heart was filled with a mix of emotions. In this life or perhaps in another, we've circled around each other, only to end up here.