Rewriting My Heart's Fate

I managed to force a smile.

"It went well. Mr. Fernandez is very kind and gave me a lot of advice."

Rowan nodded. "That's good to hear. By the way, I mentioned our collaboration plan to him, and he's very interested. If Evelyn Studio could team up with Rovera Group, and make a name in Melando, the potential would be limitless." A warm feeling spread through me. If it hadn't been for Ethan nearly derailing my dream in Melando, I wouldn't have made the decision I did to leave him behind.

This trip to Melando, though full of ups and downs, had opened the door to my dreams.

I threw myself completely into developing Evelyn Studio, and the collaboration with Rovera Group was progressing rapidly.

Rowan proved to be a trustworthy partner. He connected me with the right people and provided various resources, making it easy for Evelyn Studio to flourish in Melando, taking root quickly.

At the same time, I didn't forget about Stefano.

Under his guidance, my design skills improved drastically, and my perspective on fashion became broader. We often spent time at his villa, discussing everything from design to philosophy, and every conversation left me feeling enlightened. Days passed, and my life in Melando was becoming more comfortable. The company was thriving, my network was expanding, and I was beginning to make a name for myself in the fashion industry.

Just as I was fully immersed in work, an unexpected phone call shattered my peace.

"Hello, is this Ms. Wiley?" a familiar voice asked.

I froze. It was Ethan's secretary, Sidney Wendell.

"Yes, who is this? Didn't we agree that I didn't want to hear about him anymore? Please stop contacting me!"

"It's about Mr. Grayson, Ms. Wiley." Sidney sounded hesitant. "Mr. Grayson... he's had an accident."

My heart clenched.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"He's in a car accident, and he's still unconscious. The doctors say he could be in critical condition at any moment," Sidney sighed. "Before he fell unconscious, he kept calling your name. He... he might want to see you one last time." I felt as if the world was spinning, my ears ringing.

Ethan was in an accident? Could he be dying?

Tears uncontrollably streamed down my face, and I trembled, barely holding the phone steady.

"Ms. Wiley, he... he kept asking for you," Sidney's voice was quiet. "I think he wants to see you one last time."

I fell silent for a moment before saying, "I'm returning home right now!"

I booked the next available flight and immediately prepared to go back. I had to see him!

The hours of flight felt like an

eternity. Thoughts of Ethan's lastel words kept repeating in my mind, and the tears wouldn't stop.

When the plane landed, I didn't even pause for rest. I rushed straight to the hospital.

Outside the room, Ethan's assistants were waiting anxiously.noveldrama

"Evelyn..." They stood up, eyes red, as soon as they saw me.

"He's been in a coma for a week," one of them said in a soft, worried tone.

"I'm here."

I pushed open the door to the room.

Ethan lay quietly on the hospital bed, pale and lifeless. The man who once exuded energy and confidence now looked fragile, vulnerable, and

broken.

I trembled as I walked to his bed.

"Ethan..." I sobbed, tears flowing

freely. "It's me, Evelyn. I'm sorry... it's

my fault. I shouldn't have left you

alone. I shouldn't have been so heartless. Please wake up... Please, I

promise I won't leave you again!"

I tightly held his hand, the tears soaking into his bedsheets.

How I wish Ethan would open his eyes right now, even if it was just to yell at me or scold me for leaving without a word.

But he remained asleep, still, and unresponsive.