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At the time, I wanted the whole world to know: I, Nora Miller, would never marry anyone but Lucas Hart!
But he never once responded.
Everyone knew he couldn’t stand people who were clingy and shameless.
Three years had passed, and now he looked even colder, sharper–his presence radiating an icy aura.
“What are you doing here?”
It was obvious Lucas had no desire to see me.
“Hey, Lucas, who’s this?” a friend of his asked, clearly intrigued.
I lowered my head, wishing I could disappear.
“Wait, isn’t this that girl? The one who used to chase Lucas around like a stray dog? The Miller heiress?”
The scandal back then had been the talk of the town, so it wasn’t surprising that someone recognized me.
“What’s the deal? Lucas is engaged to Cassidy now. Are you still haunting him?”
“Exactly. Have you even looked at yourself in a mirror? What part of you could possibly compare to Cassidy?
Their taunts were merciless, each one cutting deeper than the last.
My hands, hidden inside my sleeves, clenched tightly into fists.
I kept telling myself: Endure it. Just endure it.
I forced myself to speak, my voice trembling but steady.
“Back then, I was the one who wouldn’t let go. I caused you so much trouble, Lucas. I won’t bother you anymore. Please, just let me go.”
Lucas seemed taken aback by my words, but only for a second.
His surprise quickly turned into something colder, sharper.
“You’re back?” he asked, his tone as icy as ever.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Yes.”
“Why?”
I hesitated, twisting my fingers nervously before answering with as much sincerity as I could muster.
“Lucas, I promise I won’t appear in your life again. I won’t bother Cassidy, either.”
“Remember those words,” he said, his gaze like frost, sending chills down to my fingertips.
I forced a brittle smile.
“Congratulations to you both…”
“Get out!”
Before I could finish, he cut me off, his voice sharp and unforgiving.
He didn’t even want to look at me.
Sean stood to the side, arms crossed, enjoying the humiliation I was being put through.
It was clear he was satisfied.
I understood in that moment: this man who once aduzan ME WHK HALE COMER ………..
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I understood in that moment: this man who once adored me, who once called me his precious little sister, now lived to see me suffer.
I walked back to the Miller estate.
The road felt endless, and by the time I reached the house, the sky had already turned dark.
Autumn winds bit through my thin sleeves, chilling me to the bone.
When I finally arrived at the gates, my limbs were numb from the cold.
The grand, tightly shut doors stood before me, keeping the warmth inside firmly out of reach.
I stood there, alone, with nowhere to go.
