“These papers say it all, Tom.
You were using me to secure Ava’s inheritance, weren’t you?”
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The look of guilt in his eyes was all the answer I needed.
The room fell silent. I felt the tears welling up, but I refused to let them fall.
I had to get out of there.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Eric’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.
Panic started to creep in.
What if I’ve lost him too? What if this mess with Tom has ruined everything?
As I stood there, the phone pressed to my ear, I realized just how much Eric meant to me.
He was the person who made me believe in love again.
“Eric, please call me back,” I whispered into the phone. “I need to talk to you… I’m so sorry.”
Hanging up, one thing became clear: I needed to fight for what truly mattered, and that was Eric.
***
As the taxi sped through the city, the memory of saying goodbye to Ava replayed in my mind.
Her tiny hand was clutching her dress, her confused eyes searching mine.
“I have to go, sweetie,” I whispered, fighting back tears.
“But remember, you’ll always be special to me.”
Leaving her felt like tearing my heart in two, but staying could drag me back into the darkness I’d fought so hard to escape.
As the taxi sped through the rain-soaked streets, I frantically sent Eric dozens of texts.
I’m coming.
I’m so sorry. I was so foolish. Please, let me explain.
When the taxi finally turned the corner to his street, I saw him.
Eric was standing in the pouring rain, a bouquet of white roses in his hand—the kind I loved.
He was soaked through, yet there he was, waiting like he always had.
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