MY EVIL EX-LOVER

FOSTER

pecting me to embrace this? Could I bring myself to accept it? But then, a haunting question arose: what if I r

g my internal struggle, and resigned myself to a difficult path—a path that could potentially save his life. I knew d

ged to utter, my voice trailing off as he i

ay that," he pleaded, his

your presence in my life. I can't bear the thought of losing you," I revealed, the weight o

m embrace, as if the act itself could sh

on. I nodded in agreement, silently acknowledging the gravity of the decision we were about to mak

ean. As I spoke the words, a sense of doubt lingered in my mind. Had I truly made the right choice? I couldn't affor

words lingering in the quiet room. The weight of responsibility bore down upon me, urging me to fin

y and determination danced hand in hand, painting a vivid landscape of what lay ahead. As dawn br

like a sweet melody, stirring me from my slumber. Has

tacted him the previous night to inform him of our visit, yet he was nowhere to

any?" I inquired, seeking answers. His smile was ge

quipped to handle our current predicament. If there were other viable options, I

unbearable person in our home, but the circumstances left

as he entered the workplace. Without acknowledging our presence, he strode p

optimistically, attempting to rationalize the be

arrogance are unfathomable," I retorted, irritation tainting my words. In th

e air. What would await us within those office walls? What challenges and obstacles la

s set, and the players were in position. The symphony of life was about to cre

led before our eyes. The path to success would be arduous, fraught with cha

ed across from us, Elliot's eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I felt powerless, una

e in his hands. Finally, he broke the silence, his words dripping with an irritating arrogance. "Very well, let's set the wedding date, and she shall

, sealing my fate with a few simple words. I mustered a pitiful glance at my father, hoping he would sense my silent p

rds the car, I couldn't contain my frustration any longer. "Dad, you didn't even bother to ask for

red me, but his words fell short of offering solace. It wasn't the reassur

e played upon his lips. "I have a plan," he said cryptically, withholding the details. He urged me to trust him and promised that we would emerge victorious. I conceded,

, but my father's mysterious

for the grand ceremony. It was as if he had been eagerly waiting for this moment all his

rapped in a suffocating atmosphere, devoid of any excitement or meaningful conversation. Elliot's wor

answer that seemed to elude me at every turn. The question echoed relentlessly

ned against such a move, warning me of the potential consequences that could spiral out of control. My

the fragile peace that had somehow settled between us. "Let's change the wedding date and

w? Why the su