Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 125

Giving his words of advice, Michael turned to leave. His footsteps echoed down the hospital corridor. Left alone, Delyth bit her lip as frustration simmered beneath the surface. She had wanted to celebrate her small victory, but Michael’s words gnawed at her, reminding her of the truth she was trying to ignore —Ryan wasn’t doing this just for her.

She might have forced herself to believe otherwise, but deep down, she knew that behind it all, his only real intention was to get Arwen back beside him.

"Why, Ryan? Why?" Delyth’s fingers clenched tightly around the sheets. "Arwen has finally left you for good. Why can’t you leave her too? Didn’t you say that you don’t love her? Then what is this obsession? Why are you so obsessed with him? Why?"

Her eyes darkened, filling with bitterness as she gritted her teeth. A look of resolve heartened on her face. "Fine. Even if you don’t admit it, nothing changes now. I already lost my dream and dance, but I won’t lose you. I will make you mine, whether you want to see it or not."

She took a steadying breath as a fire of determination burned in her gaze. "After all, I have no one else in this world. You are the only one I can depend on, and you will understand that, Ryan. You can’t brush me aside. Not after all that I have done and lost just to get you in my life. I have to become the future Mrs. Foster and that will only happen when I remove Arwen and get myself in the position of your wife."

Delyth muttered to herself as she leaned back. Her eyes fixed on the ceiling, as she pictured her next steps. It took her a while to make Ryan accept the thing that had happened between them. Now with that accepted, getting her gal would no longer be as difficult as before.

"Arwen, just wait and see. You might act arrogant today, but tomorrow I would love to see how you will act arrogant when you see me as Mrs. Foster tomorrow."

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Back at Winslow Residence, Arwen was in the middle of a call with her father’s secretary when she heard his voice faintly in the background.

"George, do you have an update? Did you check into what I had asked you to?"

"Mr. Quinn, it’s Ms. Quinn is on the line. She called for you but since you were busy in the meeting, I took her call."

As Arwen listened to the small conversation, she heard a small rustle, and she knew the phone had already been passed to her father.

"Dad!" she greeted but the warm endearment she had expected didn’t come in return. Instead what came was Idris’s gruff voice