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Love Too Late Chapter 9
A scratch appeared on the glass of the display case from her assault.At that moment, several police officers entered the exhibition hall. They walked directly up to Gemma. “Ms. Lovell,” one of the officers said. “We have received a report. You are suspected of intentional defamation and the willful destruction of property. You need to come with us now.”Gemma collapsed to the floor. She struggled and cried out, “No! I didn’t do it! Cara set me up!”The police dragged her away. Her screams faded into the distance, and the hall finally returned to calm.The reporters immediately surrounded me. “Ms. Cara Lovell, how do you feel after facing such slander?”I smoothed the hem of my dress and looked over the hall filled with my designs. I responded in a calm yet resolute tone, “I used to think it would take a very long time to escape the shadows of the past. However, today showed me that strength is standing your ground when someone tries to pull you back. “These works are a trib
Love Too Late Chapter 8
On the third day of the “Reconciliation” exhibition, the Veridia gallery was crowded with visitors drawn by its reputation.The editor-in-chief of Brightwyn Fashion Weekly was standing before the central display case. He praised the pair of earrings that symbolized internal freedom, calling them “a design that interprets the true essence of liberty.” Cameras flashed incessantly throughout the hall.Warmth filled my heart as I stood on the second-floor gallery, watching the work I had labored over for countless nights receive recognition. Suddenly, a shrill voice cut through the air. “Cara! You thief!”I saw Gemma at the gallery entrance, dressed in an ostentatious gown. Security personnel held her back, but she struggled furiously. “Let me go!” she screamed. “Let me go! She stole those designs! She doesn’t deserve any of this!”The crowd erupted into chaos instantly. Reporters’ cameras swiveled toward her. Visitors whispered and stepped back. The orderly exhibition descended
Love Too Late Chapter 7
“Then, let me go. If you love me, Raymond, let me live my own life,” I said firmly.I heard his stifled breathing on the other end of the line.I knew he was crying.The perpetually composed Raymond was weeping on the phone.“Alright,” he finally said, after a long pause. “But if you grow weary, or if things get too hard, remember I am here. I’m not asking for anything. I just... want you to know you have somewhere to come back to.”He then hung up.The man who had trapped me had finally set me free.However, I had gone too far. There was no way back.The results of the Brightwyn New Designer Competition were announced one month later.My “Revenant” series won the Gold Award.Standing in the spotlight at the Brightwyn Fashion Week awards, I accepted the crystal trophy.I spoke clearly into the microphone. “Some said I was unfit for design. They said I could only be a canary in a cage. However, today proves that a woman’s worth isn’t defined by being part of someone else’s st
Love Too Late Chapter 6
Professor Marta called me into her office and handed me a scholarship letter. The amount was sufficient to cover all my tuition and living expenses.I turned it down.Afterwards, I studied and worked harder than ever. The cuts on my fingers healed, only for new ones to appear. Draft design sketches piled up across my entire room.I was determined to make it on my own. I would not accept any form of charity. Not even charity cloaked in the guise of apology.One week before the design competition’s submission deadline, I encountered Raymond in the hallway of my design school.“You’ve lost weight,” he said softly to me as I passed by him.I stopped walking but did not turn to face him.“Take care of yourself,” he said. Then, he turned and left.A friend asked me that evening, “If he is genuinely trying to change, would you forgive him?”I stirred the coffee in my cup and watched the milk foam slowly dissolve.“Forgiving someone and reconciling with someone are two different thin
Love Too Late Chapter 5
Looking through the peephole, I saw Raymond standing in the dimly lit hallway. He looked utterly exhausted.I did not open the door.“Cara, open the door. We need to talk.” His voice sounded low and hoarse. “It’s too late for that, Mr. Wright.”“Come home,” he said. His tone was still demanding. “We can still have the wedding. I’m willing to overlook your... escape.”I laughed. “Raymond, everyone knows you’re marrying Gemma. Our engagement is over.”He said angrily, “I didn’t agree to that! I chose you. That doesn’t change.”“That was your decision.” I leaned back against the cold door. “I’m not going back. I won’t sign your contract of servitude. I will not go back to being a prop in your display case.”There was a long silence.It lasted so long I thought he had left. I was about to check the peephole again when I finally heard him speak. His voice was much softer this time. “Cara, I just... I never learned how to love someone properly.”I was stunned.“My father
Love Too Late Chapter 4
My plane landed in Veridia early in the morning.I took a deep breath of the city’s air. It felt like freedom.I headed straight for my mother’s old apartment. It was in an old building located in the Boho district.Dust filled the air when I opened the door. The place was much worse than anywhere I had ever lived.Yet I laughed out loud.On the third day of cleaning the attic, I found a stack of old papers at the bottom of a wooden chest. They were my mother’s unfinished ‘Songbird’ sketches.Every page had notes on the back. The last page had a small drawing of a bird. A note next to it said, [For Cara. Freedom never goes out of style.]I sat on the floor holding them and cried. This was the most precious thing my mother had left for me.Design school was harder than I thought. Professor Marta made us shape wire into something that felt like “freedom.”My fingers were soon covered in cuts.I spent nights at my small table in my apartment, revising my designs. I ate stale
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