Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 126

Arwen didn’t realize her words had come out so forceful, and her tone laced with such strength and conviction that she rarely dared to show.

On the other end of the line, Catrin was left momentarily speechless. The shock she felt was very evident in her silence. Maybe because this was the first time in a long time her daughter hadn’t cowered or made excuses. It took a moment for Catrin to gather her thoughts.

"Arwen, what tone are you using? Did you forget who you are talking to?" Though in a low voice, Catrin spoke with the familiar edge of authority.

Arwen’s hand clenched the phone tighter. She had always accepted her mother’s harsh words with a smile, no matter how deeply they stung. She had constantly strived to meet her impossible standards, only to be left disappointed within. Yet, none of it had ever brought her any warmth from her mother.

Suddenly all her efforts seemed absurd. Had her mother ever truly seen her beyond those rigid expectations?

Maybe not! Because to her mother, she was never just a daughter, but rather a project that she bent to get successful as per her set plans.

"I didn’t forget anything. I always remember it very well, Mom. But I think it’s you who has forgotten that I am your daughter —not some piece on a chessboard to be moved and sacrificed as you please," Arwen said, her voice remained steady, defiant even, though her heart was pounding inside.

"You —"

"That’s enough," Idris spoke, his voice holding the authority superior to Catrin’s this time. "We will return and discuss about it. Now, over the call, is not the good choice," he said, and it was clear that his words were for Catrin’s.

Silence filled the line for a few moments before Idris spoke again, his tone softer as he directed his words to Arwen. "Arwen, we are returning tomorrow, and that’s final."

"Okay, Dad," Arwen replied, her voice much calmer than anyone might have expected.

The call ended, and Arwen lowered her phone. The silence in her room felt oddly soothing. For the first time in a long time, she had spoken for herself without fear and hesitation. The last time when she had tried, she was easily subdued. But this time she would make sure that wouldn’t turn out to be the case —not even when she would be facing her mother face-on.

Arwen knew the conversation with her parents wouldn’t be easy, but she also knew it was time to face it. "Tomorrow, then," she muttered to herself just when another voice asserted her.

"And you will be able to do it, beautifully."

Arwen hadn’t expected Aden’s voice. She turned around and looked only to be surprised, finding him standing there in the doorway. Since she had her back facing in that direction, she hadn’t realized he was there. God knows, for how long he had been standing there.