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I had chased after Ethan Quinn for five years, and he finally agreed to marry me. Two months before the wedding, I was in a terrible car accident. I tried calling him three times, but each time he hung up on me. Why? Because one of his childhood friends had suggested he pull away for a while, thinking it would make me less clingy. When I finally crawled out of the wreckage, I was covered in bruises, my right arm completely shattered. It was then that I truly understood-some things just can't be forced. But he... he started waiting outside my door every day, his eyes red, asking me to give him five years in return.
When I was rushed to the hospital, my clothes were torn, and my body was covered in wounds.
The doctor sighed as he examined me. After such a long delay in treatment, it was likely my right hand couldn't be saved.
If only I had come sooner...
I stared blankly at the hospital ceiling, absorbing the doctor's grim words. My right hand had suffered a compound fracture, and the chances of recovery were slim. I might never be able to paint again.
Tears welled up, streaming down my face, as a deep sense of despair slowly crept through my entire body. Why couldn't I just learn to let go?
What was Ethan Quinn doing right now?
Maybe he'd opened a bottle of red wine last night, celebrating the fact that I wasn't pestering him. Or perhaps he was sitting at the piano with some childhood friend, enjoying a quiet, intimate moment. A bitter smile tugged at my lips. At least I wouldn't be in the way anymore.
Then, my phone rang. It was Ethan Quinn.
I slowly closed my eyes. This time, it was time to let go.
Ethan stormed into my hospital room, his clothes perfectly pressed, not a wrinkle in sight. He frowned when he saw me, his gaze cold, like an aloof deity looking down from above. "What's this game you're playing? Why didn't you pick up my call?"
"Is this really why you're upset?" His voice cut through my pain. "I told you I was busy. Why can't you understand that?"
His words tore open the wound that was still bleeding inside me.
For a moment, my numb heart seemed to stir, like it could feel again. He didn't even ask how I was. Without a second thought, he had already judged me. Even now, lying here covered in injuries, I still couldn't get a rise out of him. After all, it had been five years. And yet, one word from Ethan still unraveled me.
I gazed at him, sorrow welling in my chest, unable to speak. My eyes brimmed with tears-eyes that seemed to plead, but were also resigned.
The sterile white walls around me reflected his indifference, and the sharp scent of antiseptic mocked my futile efforts.
Maybe Ethan had never seen me like this before. He looked slightly uncomfortable. "You should rest. Don't forget about the international art exhibition next week. I have to get back to practice."
He added, "The international piano competition is really important to me, so don't bother me during this time."
With that, he turned and left without a single glance back, never once asking about my injuries.
I watched Ethan hurry away, a cold shiver running through me. I couldn't find my voice. This was the boy I'd chased for five years.
Tears fell uncontrollably. I had once naively believed that my sincerity and passion would touch Ethan, that it would make him turn back to me.
The international piano competition was important to him. His childhood friends were important to him. But what was I?
I had once believed that persistence would be rewarded, just like my dedication to painting. But reality had struck me hard-it wasn't true that everything would have a happy ending just because you stuck with it. My sincerity had meant nothing to him. So why had he promised me anything? Why had he given me hope?
As the sun set, I curled up on the bed, trembling, feeling as though I had returned to that night-alone, trapped in the car, unconscious for who knows how long, feeling as if I might die.
Before I lost consciousness, I made a call. I thought of Ethan first, but even after passing out for the entire night, no help came.
Maybe I had been wrong from the start. I was always the one forcing things, just like with my art career-there was no place for me in fate's plan.
After five days of treatment, my body began to heal, except for my hand.
The doctor recommended I go to a better private hospital for further treatment. I laughed bitterly. I couldn't afford that.
I left the hospital and returned to my apartment, where the cramped room was filled with paintings.
It was at the graduation party five years ago that I first fell for Ethan. Since then, his image had appeared in every one of my paintings.
The whole room was filled with works related to Ethan. Over the years, it felt like I had been living in his world, slowly losing myself along the way.
I was wrongly accused of killing Alpha Darius's younger sister. To atone, Darius keeps me by his side, treating me like a prostitute and constantly humiliating me. I believed that one day he would discover the truth and see how much I truly love him. But until the day I die, he continues to hate me.
I've been married to CEO Jasper for two years, and for those two years, he's been cheating. Night after night, he brought home a new mistress, and still had the audacity to call me disgusting. Fine, if I disgust you, then let's get a divorce! I threw the signed divorce papers in his face. But instead of letting go, he clung to me like a stubborn piece of taffy. No matter where I went, he followed. I had enough. "Hi, boss, what exactly do you want from me?" His sincere reply: "Please, give me the chance to earn back your love."
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For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
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Julia and Evan were the perfect couple-or so she thought. But everything changed when Evan abruptly ended their relationship, leaving her heartbroken and unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Years later, Julia has built a life for herself and her son, Andy, while Evan has risen to unimaginable wealth and success. Their paths cross again at a chance meeting, but Julia soon discovers Evan has moved on with someone else. Julia is done with the pain. She's fought battles alone, raising a son who deserves the truth about his father, even if Evan doesn't deserve her forgiveness. When Julia told Evan years ago she had something to say, he didn't listen. Now, it's time for him to listen. But is it too late to reclaim what he lost? "We should break up," he'd said, the words cutting through her like glass. The pregnancy test in her pocket stayed hidden, just like the child they would never share. Now, it's Evan's turn to hear the truth-and to face his deepest regret.
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