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“Irene, you finally decided to pick up the phone!”
But all he was met with was the harsh crackle of static.
For a brief moment, the silence from the earpiece made Mathias’s heart lurch. But his anger, sharp and
relentless, still hadn’t eased.
“Irene, if you know you’ve wronged me, hurry up and come back,” he demanded, the words slipping out with
bitter force.
“Otherwise, our engagement…”
Before he could finish, a strange voice interrupted, low and laced with challenge.
“Irene’s been tired these past few nights. And…”
“Our wedding invitation won’t be coming to you. Irene says she can’t stand the thought of ever seeing you again.”
The call ended with a jarring click
The next day, as the phone’s boot–up animation flickered, Mathias’s name flashed on the screen.
I had planned to hang up immediately, there was nothing left to say between them
But my finger hovered over the screen, a flicker of hesitation in her chest.
The torment I’d endured the previous night, courtesy of Norman, left my fingers trembling, and without meaning
to, I hit the answer button.
Mathias’s voice rang out instantly.
Before I could even process the words, I jerked the phone away from my ear, fearing my eardrums would burst.
Just in time for Norman to snatch the phone from my hands.
With a sly grin, he casually pressed the phone to his ear, and his voice floated out with a teasing edge.
“Irene’s been exhausted these past few nights.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end, and then Mathias’s voice, filled with panic, thundered through.
“What the hell did you do to her?”
“What the hell did you do to Irene?!”
His voice was so loud it echoed through the room, even as I tried to get up for water.
Norman’s low chuckle seemed to drive Mathias wild, his frantic shouts rising in pitch.
“Where is Irene? Where the hell is she?”
“I swear to God, if you lay a finger on her, I’ll kill you!”
“Irene is mine! How dare you touch her!”
“Let Irene speak! I want to hear her!”
“But Irene doesn’t want to hear your barking.”
His words sliced through the tension, leaving Mathias speechless.
you.
Irene
“And by the way.” Norman’s voice dripped with satisfaction, “our wedding invitation won’t be sent to you says she’s disgusted at the thought of seeing you.”
With that, he ended the call, blocking Mathias’s number in one swift motion.
The entire sequence of actions was executed with a quiet efficiency that left no room for hesitation.
When he saw the surprise written all over my face, he raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Talking to a barking dog should always be swift and decisive.”
I nodded, acknowledging the lesson he’d just delivered, though part of me wondered if I was beginning to learn
more from him than I cared to admit
Rejected an Abandoned, Until the right Man Fund Me
TIMIC HUNT Mi Gaieu iu dulil
By the time I emerged from the bathroom, Norman had already disappeared
After we secured the marriage certificate, he wasted no time diving into preparations for our wedding.
Boxes of glittering jewelry arrived at my doorstep, houses were swiftly transferred into my name, and Norman even had over two hundred wedding dress designs created, all for me to choose from.
And, of course, he had the final gown delivered by the designer herself.
From his call, I also learned of Boss Liam’s fate, his life was now reduced to little more than a memory.
I heard him scream all through the night. By the time they got him to the hospital, they couldn’t save his manhood, and his mental state had shattered. He would never harm another young girl again.
It was the justice he deserved.
I packed my things and left the hotel.
I didn’t head to any of the houses Norman had bought for me. Instead, I made my way to the old house where my parents had once lived.
Years ago, I sold Mathias’s start–up to fund it. But later, when fortune had smiled upon me, I was able to buy it
back.
The buyer had been kind. When they learned of my intentions to reclaim the house, they offered it to me at a fraction of the price.
Over the years, they’d maintained it as though it had never been sold, perhaps even with a sense of purpose, as if they’d bought it just to preserve it for me
All the traces of my past life were still there, untouched and waiting.
