Chapter 45
Yvonne clung to Wilson’s arm as they navigated the event space, radiating the confidence of a victor in front of the cameras.
Daphne was unwilling to see her and just about to exit the live stream when her peripheral vision caught the ring on her finger. It was the one–of–a–kind meteorite ring that had once symbolized her ten years of love with Wilson‘
Her chest tightened as she hurriedly grabbed her phone to take a screenshot. Her pupils
contracted in shock when she zoomed in on the ring to confirm its details. She couldn’t believe that Wilson had given that meteorite ring to Yvonne
She had convinced herself that she would no longer feel heartache over Wilson’s actions from the moment she was reborn. She had nothing left but hatred and fury toward this man.
Wilson had stood by without lifting a finger when Ezra touched her in front of him and claimed that she wanted to have fun with her. All she had felt was disgust then.
Now, her heart felt like it was being pierced with needles. The pain was so unbearable that it drove her to her knees, and no amount of deep breathing could ease it. The searing ache spread uncontrollably through her entire body like she had been poisoned with something unnameable
Daphne held back her tears and tried not to let them stream down her face.
Wilson surely knew what that ring represented for them. Yet he had handed it over to someone else so effortlessly
She was extremely disappointed. She opened a bottle of red wine and sipped on it as she pondered. The scenes were playing in her mind like a slideshow. Her mind replayed the scenes from the past like a slideshow as she felt deeply for every moment.
Why exactly did they end up like this?
The so–called pain therapy was like throwing herself into a blazing fire repeatedly, tearing open her healed scars repeatedly until she could get used to it and until she could endure it
Daphine made a silent vow to herself, “Wilson, this will be the last time I shed tears for you and let myself feel such unbearable pain because of you only take what’s mine after tonight I’ll
protect my emotions from you from now on
Sebastian immediately sent Daphne a message after the event, but no reply came. He called her,
but she didn’t answer
St Weasist until several missed calls later that a sense of unease took hold of him He hurriedly got
in touch with Ava
He was slightly resoured when informed that Dapne hadn’t let her home that evening
He parked his car at the apartment complex before reaching for her door and knocking on it for a long time, but there was no response.
Daphne had once told him the code to her door, but he had never used it out of respect for her privacy
However, the situation was different this time. He had no choice but to enter the door code before he opened the door and stepped inside. The apartment was dark without any lights on, but the curtains in the living room had been left open.
The faint glow of streetlights outside illuminated a soft and solitary figure sitting on the floor near the floor–to–ceiling windows.
She looked so fragile and heart–wrenching.
He closed the door quietly and approached her on soft steps.
A strong scent of alcohol surrounded her. There was an almost empty bottle of wine sitting beside her.
Sebastian couldn’t help but lift his hand to gently brush aside the strands of hair that had fallen over her face, revealing her delicate features.
She had a striking and timeless look. Her beauty was so undeniable that even her critics and detractors had to admit it. She had large eyes framed by long lashes, a straight nose, and slightly thin lips. The corners of her mouth had even curved into an elegant smile.
Her aloof and regal demeanor made her seem unapproachable when she didn’t smile.
However, her cheeks were flushed under the haze of drunkenness, and her dazed gaze held an innocent, endearing charm that made people want to draw closer.
She looked at the man standing so close to her now with her eyes half–closed.
