I looked around the room, feeling a bit lost.
I had previously visited this kind of lavish manor. During my days with Ethan, on every trip we took, he made sure to offer the best of everything—luxury cars, fine wine, jewelry, you name it.
I should've been enjoying myself, feeling completely satisfied, but deep down, there was always a sense of unease. It was like all of this was just smoke and mirrors—fading away instantly.
A fleeting illusion. Something that would leave me lying awake at night, tears soaking my pillow.
I couldn't help but laugh bitterly at myself. Had I ever truly let go? No. It was all just pretending, deceiving myself.
But the past was over… and it needed to be. It was time to pick myself up and move forward.
I quickly got up and freshened up. When I looked in the mirror, I was no longer confused.
I opened the door, and Rowan was waiting downstairs.
When he saw me, he came over, took my hand, and kissed the back of it lightly. "Good morning, Ms. Wiley. Did you sleep well?"
I smiled politely and pulled my hand away as I said, "Thanks to you, I slept perfectly. When are we leaving for Melando?"
"We can leave now."
Rowan snapped his fingers, and the butler immediately appeared, respectfully bringing my luggage and draping a mink coat over my shoulders.
Such an extravagant life.
When I sat in his Rolls-Royce, I suddenly remembered the last time I raced with Ethan—it seemed like it was on a rainy night in Lendora.
We were young back then, naively believing that love could conquer all. Now, I was sitting in another man's car, headed to another country to start a new chapter of my life.
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