Dulceâs heart dropped, her face flushing as she realized the role she had been cast in. She had become the mistress in their eyes.
She rubbed her bruised elbow and forced a smile, trying to save face. âSorry, but your sisterâs been gone for a long time. Heâs single now, so Iââ
âShut up!â Michaelâs voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding.
Dulce, usually so bold, flinched at the intensity of his shout.
She could read the anger in his eyes, and though she had pushed boundaries before, this was different.
With Michael standing there, his teeth clenched, his expression a storm of conflict and regret, Dulce didnât dare to make a move.
âMichael, come home with me. Now!â Fiona urged.
Michael, seemingly lost in his thoughts, took a slow, almost reluctant step toward Fiona.
Dulce, her heart pounding, mustered all her courage and stepped in his path. âMichael, you need to move on!â
âGet lost.â
Michaelâs voice was low, almost a growl. His mind was consumed by the image of Lacey before she passed away.
Their hands had been locked together so tightly, and the ringâstill on his fingerâwas the symbol of a promise that felt impossible to break.
How could he move on when she had died in the very year she had loved him the most?
âMichael! You have your own life! Even if you donât like me, you canât keep living in the past!â Dulce insisted.
gⱯlnÏνð®ðsâ¤ð¸Ð¾m hosts thrilling adventures Suddenly, Michael snapped. With a forceful move, he shoved Dulce against the wall, his arm pressing tightly across her neck. âWhat do you know?â
Dulce gasped for air, pain twisting her face as tears spilled down her cheeks.
Seeing that, Michael finally released her, reverting to his usual cold demeanor.
Even if Fiona hadnât called out to him, he wouldnât have let Dulce kiss him.
However, being seen in this situation was his fault.
âDonât come near me again. I donât like you. I will never like you,â he warned.
Dulce had never faced such a setback in her life.
She had entered a genius class at ten, worked on national projects by eighteen, and at twenty-three, she had been the welder for a major lunar probe project. After its successful launch, she was recruited by a prestigious aerospace manufacturing company and offered a high salary.
Her life had always been smooth, everything falling into place with just a little effort.
But Michael was like a black hole, absorbing everything she threw at him, leaving nothing behind.
She believed in the mystery of the universe and the existence of alternate realities.
She believed that in another world, Michael and Lacey must be living happily together.
But in this world, she couldnât stand seeing Michael so trapped in his grief, convincing himself that he didnât deserve happiness.
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