“You don’t need to cancel anything for me. In fact, I wish you both a long, happy life together. May you have children soon and live in your perfect little world.”
He recoiled, his jaw tight with frustration. He gritted his teeth, letting go of me abruptly. “Fine. Just don’t regret it. I gave you a chance.”
I watched as he stormed out, his frustration barely masked. It was clear he had not gotten the answer he wanted, but I was done being a part of his twisted games.
*
The next morning, as if fate had another cruel joke to play, Charlotte appeared at my door.
She smiled as she approached, her steps deliberate, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
“Lily, guess what this is?” she purred, her voice sickly sweet.
Charlotte’s smile stretched wide as she flaunted the engagement ring, the very one she had accused me of stealing on the day I left Fuentez manor.
"Oh, you found it," I said flatly, keeping my tone even.
My lack of reaction seemed to drive her mad. She stormed toward me, her face twisted with rage, and grabbed the collar of my shirt, her fingers trembling with anger.