Todos los capítulos de Choosing Wrong Twice: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

I composed myself and walked out of the collection room as if nothing had happened.The moment I stepped out, I ran into the father and son who were hurriedly looking for me.“Mom…”The panic on Luca’s face was impossible to hide.Damien stared at me as well. His Adam’s apple bobbed before he asked in a low voice, “Elena, did you go into that room just now?”I curved my lips slightly, but I didn’t answer.Seeing that my expression looked normal, the two of them exchanged a glance and visibly relaxed.At that moment, I only found it ironic.Damien walked over, took my hand, and led me to the sofa. His movements were still steady and gentle.“I contacted the best orthopedic specialist in Turicum. They said that if you continue with nerve repair treatment, your right hand might recover a little more.“But even if it doesn’t recover, it’s okay. I’ll stay by your side forever.”In the past, promises like this would have made my eyes burn with emotion.Now, I only found it hilari

As I struggled to push myself back up, I saw Damien rush forward and pull Violetta into his arms.She covered her cheek, tears falling at just the right moment.“Damien, I only wanted to apologize to her…“I know she hates me. After all, I was the reason her hand was injured. But I really didn’t do it on purpose…”Damien frowned as he turned back to look at me, the dissatisfaction in his eyes impossible to hide.“Elena, what happened five years ago is already in the past. She’s already paid the price for it. What you did today was completely out of line.”I looked at him and suddenly laughed.Even I was startled by how cold that smile felt.“Did she really pay the price?“Damien, was it fun lying to me?”His expression stiffened. Clearly, he hadn’t expected me to expose everything so directly.“Elena, I can explain—”However, before he could finish speaking, Violetta suddenly gasped in pain in his arms.“My foot hurts so much… Could it be broken?”Damien lowered his head

The snow in Turicum was much quieter than in Sicilia.When the plane landed, I sat by the window and looked at the stretch of gray-white at the end of the runway. For the first time, I suddenly felt alive again.I took off my wedding ring and threw it into the airport restroom trash bin. Then I carried a single suitcase and walked out alone.I didn’t go to any relatives or contact any old acquaintances.Instead, I moved into a very small apartment in the southern part of the city.The place only had two rooms. The windowsill was narrow, and the kitchen was small. Compared to the Newman estate, it looked shabby, like a completely different world.However, on the first night I slept there, I slept more peacefully than I had in the past five years.The next day, I went to the hand clinic I had already scheduled.The doctor removed the brace and examined me again before finally telling me with regret that the old injury in my right wrist had been delayed for too long. Although the

It was on a snowy morning that I officially stood in front of the display cases and gave a presentation to visitors for the first time.There weren’t many people at the gallery that day.Most of them were collectors interested in antique weapons, along with a few students visiting with their teacher.I wore a dark gray suit, my right hand still secured with a wrist brace. Holding the presentation board in my left hand, I slowly introduced several ceremonial pistols, revolvers, and family commemorative firearms preserved from the nineteenth century.Halfway through the presentation, a little boy with curly hair suddenly raised his hand.“Hi, did you used to shoot guns too?”The room fell quiet.Everyone was waiting for my answer.I looked at his bright eyes, paused for two seconds, and then calmly nodded.“Yes.“And I used to be very good at it.”The little boy blinked and asked again, “Then why don’t you do it anymore?”Freya stood nearby, as if worried I might feel embarra