บททั้งหมดของ The bride he never choose: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Chapter 70: SistersTwo weeks passed.Life settled into a rhythm.Angela worked during the day.Evenings were spent with the Hale family or Damian.For the first time in years...She had something she never thought she'd have.A family.---One Saturday morning...Olivia knocked on Angela's bedroom door."Busy?"Angela looked up from her laptop."Not at all."Olivia smiled."I thought we could spend the day together."Angela looked surprised."Just us?""Unless you have other plans."Angela closed her laptop."I'd like that."---They spent the afternoon shopping.Not for expensive jewelry.Not for designer handbags.Just wandering through small boutiques, trying on clothes and laughing over terrible fashion choices.Angela held up an oversized hat."What do you think?"Olivia burst into laughter."It makes you look like you're hiding from the paparazzi."Angela laughed."I'll put it back."---Later...They sat in a small café.Angela stirred her coffee."I've always wondered..."Oli

Chapter 72: What Love Looks Like The drive home was quiet. Angela rested the bouquet on her lap, absentmindedly brushing her fingers over the white roses. She looked out the window. "What are you thinking about?" Damian's voice broke the silence. She smiled. "I don't know." "That's not true." She laughed softly. "You know me too well." "I've been trying." Angela looked down at the bouquet. "When everyone started asking about marriage..." "I didn't panic." Damian kept his eyes on the road. "I'm glad." She turned to him. "You didn't ask why." "I don't need to." "When you're ready to tell me..." "You will." Angela smiled to herself. That was what she loved most about him. He never forced conversations. --- The next morning... Angela arrived at work earlier than usual. She found a small vase on her desk. Inside... The bouquet from the night before had been arranged beautifully. A handwritten note rested beside it. Thought the

Chapter 74: The First Lie Three days later... The Hale mansion was unusually lively. Eleanor had invited several members of the Hale Foundation board for afternoon tea. Angela offered to help. "You don't have to." "I want to." Eleanor smiled. "I've always wanted to hear you say that." Angela laughed. "I think I'm becoming more like you." "I hope that's a compliment." "It is." --- The guests began arriving. Angela greeted each one warmly. Olivia stood beside her. Together, they looked every bit like the perfect sisters. Several guests whispered to one another. "They're beautiful together." "The Hale family has been blessed." Olivia smiled graciously. No one could see the storm she kept hidden. --- During the afternoon... One of the older board members approached Angela. "You must be proud of your sister." Angela looked surprised. "I am." The woman smiled. "Olivia has devoted years of her life to this foundation." "She practically grew up here." Angela t

Chapter 76: The Ghost Returns The morning began like any other. Angela walked into Carter Holdings with a cup of coffee in one hand and a stack of files in the other. "Good morning, Miss Hale," the receptionist greeted. Angela smiled. "Morning." She had almost reached the elevator when a familiar voice stopped her. "Angela." Her entire body stiffened. Slowly... She turned around. Standing a few feet away was Ethan. He looked different. Thinner. Tired. The confidence he once carried so effortlessly had been replaced by exhaustion. For a long moment... Neither of them spoke. Finally, Angela broke the silence. "What are you doing here?" "I just want five minutes." "I don't." She turned to leave. "Please." His voice cracked. "I know I don't deserve it." She stopped. Not because she wanted to hear him. Because she wanted closure. --- David noticed the exchange from the lobby. Without saying a word, he quietly sent a message. Ethan is here. Within seconds,

Chapter 78: The First Crack The Hale mansion had never felt so alive. Laughter echoed through the dining room as Eleanor insisted everyone stay for breakfast. Edward had already buried himself behind the morning newspaper, while Olivia quietly scrolled through messages on her phone. Angela walked in carrying a basket of freshly baked bread. "You're late," Eleanor teased. Angela laughed. "I was helping Mrs. Wilson in the kitchen." Mrs. Wilson, the housekeeper, smiled proudly from the doorway. "I told her she didn't have to, but she wouldn't listen." Edward lowered his newspaper just enough to look at Angela. "You know, your mother is going to spoil you." Eleanor shot him a playful glare. "I spoil everyone." "Especially you." The table erupted in laughter. For a brief moment, Angela simply watched them. Months ago, she had eaten breakfast alone in a tiny apartment, wondering if life would ever get better. Now... She was surrounded by people who genuinely loved her. It