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That woman was gone.
(JARED'S POV)
I blinked at her words. Huh, what entertainment?
When I decided to come here, I knew talking to her wasn't going to be a walk in the park. What was I expecting, that she would warm up to me on the first day we met, three years after I wronged her?
She looked... different. More than different. She was stunning, radiant in a way I couldn't put into words. There was a new confidence about her, something in the way she held herself-stronger, more self-assured. Her hair was shorter than I remembered, but it suited her. Her features were sharper, more mature, like she'd left the softer version of herself behind when I walked out of her life.
Still, I didn't expect her outright resentment. It seemed like she hated me so much now, down to hating sharing the same space and air with me, and the realization of that broke my heart more than I expected.
But I was not going to back down.
I had accosted her as the meeting ended, but she had been really unreceptive until she received a notification on her phone. Her expression shifted -becoming blank.
But she let out an unexpected laugh, startling me. My heart sank, dread clawing at me. Something was wrong.
"Are you coming or not?" She cut into my thoughts, her tone turning mean again.
"Of course, I am," I hurriedly responded, not wanting her to change her mind.
Whatever entertainment it was she was talking about, even though I didn't know what it was, I was willing to go witness it with her as long as it kept me in close proximity with her. "Alright, come with me," she said, walking out of the room.
I followed suit, and it was at this point I realized some of the attendees of the meeting were still in the room, staring at us, but I cared less.
As we walked out, I couldn't help but wonder what this "entertainment" was.
"Where are we going?" I asked, breaking the silence.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
"You'll see she replied without looking back. My heart clenched in my chest. I could feel it breaking all
over again, this time in a way hadn't expected.
I wasn't prepared for how much seeing her again, so close yet feeling miles apart, would tear me up inside.
I swallowed hard, forcing my voice
to stay calm, even though my pulse
was racing. "Arielle..." I started, but the words stuck in my throat
useless. ,
Three years. Three long years, and all I wanted in this moment was for her to look at me like she used to-without the anger, without the pain. But I knew better now
That woman was gone, and I had no one to blame but myself.
We arrived at the elevator, and Arielle punched in a button. The doors slid open, and she walked in. I took it as a cue and joined her, too.
As the elevator rode, she maintained a stoic look, not saying a word, so I tried to start
"This is a nice place you have," I said, trying to start a conversation.
"Yeah," she mumbled in a way that screamed "don't talk to me!"
The elevator soon stopped, and we walked out. She led me through the hallway, approaching what seemed like the restaurant's dining area.
As we rounded the corner, I heard a familiar voice.
"Just wait until my husband hears about this! He'll shut this place down, and your poor manager will be begging for Mercy."
Before I saw her, I knew it was her-Sofia.
And as I walked in with Arielle, she turned just in time to see us...