“Please, don’t marry him. I love you. How am I supposed to live without you?” Williams’s voice broke as he pleaded, desperation seeping into every word. Slowly, deliberately, Elodie slid the engagement ring off her finger. Without hesitation, she hurled it at him, the sharp metallic sound of it hitting the ground cutting through the air like a knife. “Get lost, Williams,” she spat, her tone icy. “I never want to see your face again.” Williams stared down at the ring, the very one he had chosen with so much love and care, now lying discarded like it meant nothing. Without another word, he turned and walked away, his steps heavy. He didn’t look back, and with every step he took, the distance between them felt insurmountable. As his figure disappeared from view, Elodie stood frozen, her body trembling. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over, and she collapsed to her knees. The ring, still glinting faintly on the ground, caught her eye. With shaking hands, she reached for it and cradled it in her palm. Her sobs grew louder as she pressed the ring to her lips, her tears soaking into her skin. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible through the sobs. “I’m so sorry, Williams.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the struggle for dominance, Elodie Richards unknowingly becomes a pawn— an object of a cruel joke that shattered her once blissful life. Falling prey to an evil scheme, she let go of the one thing that mattered most in her life; Williams Storm. When the truth comes to light, will Elodie be able to right her wrongs and win back the heart she shattered into pieces, even when Williams' once–loving eyes are filled with nothing but contempt for her?
Lihat lebih banyakElodie stood before Williams, her white wedding dress gleaming in the soft afternoon light. She could barely breathe, every fiber of her being screaming for her to stop, to choose him. But she forced herself to stay rooted, her decision set like a stone wall between them.
“Please,” Williams said, his voice cracking as he stepped closer. His desperation was palpable, his words heavy with anguish. “Don’t do this. Don’t marry him. I love you, Elodie. You’re my life.....how am I supposed to live without you?” Her chest tightened painfully, her heart pounding against her ribcage like it was trying to escape. She clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms as she fought to hold herself together. One more minute. Just one more minute, and she’d be free of this moment, free of the pain in his voice that was breaking her apart piece by piece. His hands reached out, trembling as they gripped her arms. “Say something,” he pleaded. His voice was raw, filled with a desperation she’d never heard before. “We had everything planned. Our life, our future....you said yes to me. You said you loved me. How can you throw it all away? How can you throw us away?” The crack in his voice shattered something inside her. For a moment, she wanted to collapse into his arms, to let him take her away from the suffocating reality she’d chosen. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t be selfish. He dropped to one knee suddenly, his hands grasping hers tightly. “Please,” he said, his words spilling out in a frantic rush. “Whatever it is.....whatever’s wrong....we’ll fix it, together. Don’t do this, Elodie. Don’t leave me. For you, I can do anything. Just tell me what you need.” Her throat burned as she swallowed the scream clawing to escape. She had to end this now before her resolve cracked. She yanked her hands out of his grasp, stepping back as if his touch burned her. Her lips curled into a sneer that she hoped looked convincing. “You don’t get it, do you?” she said, her voice cold. “This is over. I’ve made my choice.” He stared at her, his face a mixture of confusion and disbelief. His lips parted as if to argue, but no sound came out. She knew she had to drive the point home before he could recover. Sliding the engagement ring off her finger, she held it for just a second too long, the weight of it unbearable. She hurled it at his feet, the tiny band clinking against the ground with a finality that felt like a death knell. “Take your stupid ring,” she spat. “And don’t ever come near me again.” For a moment, all he did was stare at her, his eyes wide with hurt. Then his gaze fell to the ring lying discarded on the ground, the symbol of everything they’d built, now meaningless. His shoulders slumped, and when he looked back at her, his face was a mask of betrayal and heartbreak. “Why?” he asked softly, the word barely audible. "Are you leaving me to marry Bryce Tanner because he is a billionaire? Or am I suddenly not good enough because you are the CEO of Chard Corporation? Tell me, Elodie. I want to know." At this point, Bryce appeared in his wedding suit, his eyes taking in the scene before him as he asked Elodie, "What's going on here, baby?" Elodie decided to seize the opportunity, so Williams would be convinced. She clasped Bryce's hand with hers and said to Williams, "Isn't it obvious? Bryce is a million times the man you could never be. Yes, he can give me everything I want. He is a billionaire, and he is a real man as opposed to you, a pathetic, poor nobody who can never be anything more. What can you give me, Williams? A miserable life? I deserve better. I deserve someone I won't be ashamed of, someone I can proudly show off to the world, someone who fits my class and is not a burden to me." "Go ahead, baby, I'll be with you shortly," She told Bryce who kissed her cheek before walking away. Williams balled his fists and without another word, got up, turned and began to walk away. His steps were slow, heavy, as if each one required all his strength. He didn’t look back, and with every step, the air between them grew colder, more final. The moment he disappeared from view, Elodie’s knees buckled, and she crumpled to the ground. Her trembling hands reached for the ring where it lay, catching the faint glint of light. Clutching it tightly, she pressed it to her lips as tears poured down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, the words breaking apart as sobs wracked her body. “I’m so sorry, Williams.”Elodie didn’t know how long she’d been staring at Williams, but she couldn’t stop. He lay beside her, chest bare, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if in thought. But as if sensing her gaze, he finally turned. Their eyes locked. Neither of them spoke. Then, softly, he said, “Eat dinner with me.” She nodded before she could even think to hesitate. They sat across from each other at the small dining table, the plates of mushroom risotto and grilled shrimp between them now cooling slightly, but neither of them reached for their cutlery at first. They simply stared. Williams was watching her like she might vanish if he blinked. In his mind, he was already making a vow: no matter how many walls she built, no matter how hard she tried to push him away again, he wasn’t going anywhere. He would stay. Uninvited. Shameless. Until she finally gave in and admitted she couldn’t live without him. Across the table, Elodie’s thoughts warred. If she could wake up beside Williams every day for
Inside her office, Elodie locked the door behind her and leaned against it. For a moment, she just stood there… then the dam burst. Tears streamed silently down her cheeks as she slid to the floor, hugging her knees. She reached down and touched her stomach gently, remembering the flutter of tiny kicks that once lived there. TWO YEARS AGO Elodie skimmed through her computer, her eyes searching through different files as her phone beeped. She picked it up from the table and the picture of her husband, Bryce Tanner getting into a hotel room with a woman by his side appeared. She scoffed, "California huh!" He had told her he was going for a business trip in California and had been away for three days. There was a lot of gossip about his numerous affairs and scandalous lifestyle on the Internet and she had suffered moments where people pointed fingers at her gossiping about her family affairs. Elodie rubbed her six months old pregnant belly as she said, "I couldn't care le
Elodie stared down at her plate like it held the secret to world peace. The grilled chicken sat untouched, her fork twirling through the mashed potatoes in slow, distracted circles. Across from her, Williams was halfway through his meal, watching her with a soft, amused smile. “Elodie,” he said gently, “you’ve been staring at that food for ten minutes. Either you’re fasting or the mashed potatoes have offended you.” She sighed but didn’t look up. “I’m just… not very hungry.” “Liar,” he said, leaning closer. “You love mashed potatoes. You used to say they felt like a hug in your mouth.” Elodie gave a small, reluctant smile. “There it is,” he said, tapping the edge of her plate. “You do remember.” She finally met his eyes, then looked away again quickly. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” “Lunch?” he asked. “It’s not like I’m proposing marriage over dessert.” “That’s not what I meant.” Williams put down his fork and leaned forward. “Elodie, can we just be ourselves?
Elodie's fingers froze midair. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Like a detective uncovering evidence, she rushed to the other bouquets—flipping through the cards one by one. “You’re still mine.” “Let’s start over. I miss you.” “My heart never stopped beating for you.” Every message was signed with the name she least wanted to see. Bryce. “Of course,” she said aloud, her voice bitter. “Roses from the devil in Dior.” Without missing a beat, Elodie grabbed the flowers, dumped them unceremoniously into a large trash bag, and tied it like it contained radioactive waste. Her heels clacked angrily down the hallway as she dragged the bag past stunned coworkers. Once outside, she yanked the lid off the nearest dumpster and tossed the whole bouquet bundle inside. “Here. Romantic trash meets literal trash.” She dusted her hands with theatrical flair. “Have a great life together.” Back inside, she scrubbed her hands like she’d just touched a disease, grumbling under her breath
Elodie stood before her mirror, staring at the reflection of a woman who looked put together but felt anything but. She dabbed on lipstick with a trembling hand, then wiped it off again. “Who am I trying to impress?” she whispered with a bitter smile. The apartment felt unusually quiet without Williams. His scent still lingered in the air. She had barely touched her food. Her stomach was a knot of guilt, longing, and that maddening flutter she got every time she thought about last night. He knew now. The truth had come out like a breath she’d held for too long. It had felt like freedom... until it didn't. Now, she was shackled by a different weight: the certainty that they could never be what they once were. “I set him free, and I intend to keep him free,” she whispered, brushing a stray curl behind her ear. “Even if it kills me.” By the time she arrived at the office, she was already mentally exhausted. She barely greeted the receptionist, breezing through the halls like
“No,” Elodie whispered, her voice shaky as she reached for Williams’s arm. “This is my fight, Williams. I have to face it on my own.” He tried to speak, but she pressed on. “It’s what I’m living for. Reclaiming what was stolen, clearing the ruins of my life. That’s how I heal.” Her voice cracked. “I’m sorry for the pain I caused you. For making you hate me. I...” “Shhh...” Williams cupped her face, his thumbs gently brushing her damp cheeks. “I’m the one who should be sorry.” His eyes searched hers. “I gave up on you, Elodie. I should’ve fought harder. I should’ve trusted your heart—even when you said those cruel things. I should’ve known it wasn’t you.” Elodie’s lips quivered. Her voice was barely audible. “It’s not your fault...” A tear slipped down her face, and Williams wiped it away with the back of his knuckle. “Elodie,” he breathed. “I love you.” She blinked. “I love you just as much as I did before,” he whispered, “if not more.” She shook her head slowly, a
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