All Chapters of My Mate Is Another Woman's Fate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I can tell Kos is hesitant — he clearly doesn’t like the idea — but he hides it well. I meet his eyes, and for a moment, it’s as if we’re speaking without words. My husband sighs heavily, reluctant, but finally lets go of my hand.“All right. But just one dance,” he says seriously to Arthur.“I love you,” I mouth silently to my husband, smiling at him as Arthur leads me to the dance floor.“Wow, your man’s really jealous,” Arthur chuckles as we start to dance. “But honestly, I can’t blame him.”“Is that why you seem so off today? Or did something happen?” I ask softly.“As sad as it is that the world’s lost one more bachelorette, I’m truly happy for you,” Arthur says with a small smile, looking straight into my eyes. “I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time. But I accepted long ago that someday, I’d have to let you go.”His words pierce right through me. He’s an incredible man with such a big heart.“Actually,” he continues, visibly nervous and on edge, “I found out something yeste

Brushing himself off as if shaking off a mountain of dust, Kos takes my hand, and we head for the exit. But then we hear:"Stop!" Then, more softly, "please."We turn around, confused. Makar sits down at his desk and takes out a handkerchief, pressing it to his bleeding nose."You hit hard," he smirks, "I know I deserved it. I had to push you to see your real emotions."We still exchanged puzzled looks."I already figured out at the wedding that there were real feelings between you two, but I wanted to be absolutely sure," he chuckled. "And that broken nose of mine is proof enough," he added cheerfully, pointing to the blood still dripping from his nose. "I’m not going to bother you with visits anymore, so I needed to know everything for certain. I wanted to put all the dots over the “i” and never come back to this topic again."What a strange man — truly one of a kind. He actually let himself get punched just to confirm his suspicions. And they say women have cockroaches in their hea

Five years before:“Elizabeth, are you going to be long? We’re already running late!” my mother moaned again, bustling around the house and gathering her things.It was always like this. Mom took forever to get ready, yet somehow, it was my fault in the end. Well, who else could it be? After all, I was the only child. Even though I was already sitting in the living room, fully dressed, lazily scrolling through my phone.“Alright, looks like we’re ready. Elizabeth, did you bring everything you need?” Mother asked strictly, scanning me with her eyes. I had to look proper in front of relatives and my parents’ friends.I had styled my long red hair in a soft updo, leaving my neck visible—so everyone could see that I was unattached. I wore a fitted light blue dress that highlighted my eyes, embroidered delicately with white patterns. It fell below the knee, had a modest neckline, and sleeves that reached mid-arm. On my feet were low-heeled shoes. My makeup was minimal—just mascara and lip

As we walked closer to the couple, only a few seconds passed — but they felt like an eternity. We still couldn’t tear our burning gazes away from each other, drinking in every detail of one another’s appearance.While no one seemed to have noticed our silent staring contest, I tried with all my might to pull myself together and bring my eyes back to normal. I saw him turn back toward his fiancée, and by the time he looked at me again, we were already standing right in front of them — and his eyes were now a deep stormy gray, the color of wet asphalt.We stopped before the couple, and the groom gave us a proud, assessing look filled with irritation and a touch of anger. Oh, look at him — all arrogance and authority! Well, darling, I hadn’t exactly planned to meet you here either! I shot him a defiant stare in return.“Eli, this is my fiancé — Robert!” Camilla quickly introduced her companion. “I know he’s handsome, but there’s no need to stare at him like that — he’s mine!” she added w

Then I noticed Gustav discreetly waving to me from near the exit, flashing a mischievous grin and subtly showing a bottle of champagne from under his jacket. I understood my partner-in-crime without a word and headed straight to him.Once we stepped outside, I finally felt like I could breathe again. The moon hung bright and full in the night sky, bathing the grand Grautz estate in silvery light.“Come on,” Gustav said softly. “There’s a nice spot in the garden not far from here. We can sit there.”I nodded and followed him without a word. The rest of the evening passed quietly — just the two of us talking about everything and nothing, sipping champagne, laughing. Gustav was a good guy — a little impulsive at times, but kind at heart. I truly hoped he’d find a good wife someday.We laughed a lot as he told me stories about his escapades, his studies, and his friends. I envied him a little — not in a bad way, just that light, wistful kind of envy. Because I didn’t have what he had… and