Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 93

Ryan didn’t know why it hurt so much, when back then he didn’t even care to put that ring on Arwen.

But seeing her without it today, made pure rage boil in his veins. He lost not just his composure but also his control. "Why did you do that?" he asked, tightening his hold painfully on her shoulders.

Arwen’s eyes shut as she fought to hold back the cry of pain that was almost there on her lips. She wouldn’t allow him to see her in the pain —not even the one he was inflicting on her.

For a moment, she let the silence linger between them, feeling the heat of his anger, his grip suffocating her shoulders. It felt ridiculous —his anger felt even more ridiculous. But instead of giving in to the emotions swirling inside her, she steadied her breath before opening her eyes to meet his gaze with an icy resolve.

"Let go of me," her words came more like a command, cold and unwavering. It wasn’t a plea, but an order.

Ryan faltered for a second as if he hadn’t expected her to respond with such force.

"Arwen, you—" he started, but she cut him off.

"You think this is about the ring?" She straightened her posture, her strength radiating through her defiance. Although Ryan’s hands remained on her shoulders, they no longer held the strength they held before. Her gaze darted to look at them before continuing, "You are angry because for the first time in your life, something happened that you haven’t expected.

Something that you feel you no longer have the control over. I am no longer in your control. But guess what, Ryan?" She leaned closer, her eyes narrowing with sharp intensity. "You never held any control. Not over me, at least. I was just too liberal around you to make you think that you did.

But I cut you off that special privilege the day you chose someone else over me —to save someone else over me. "

Ryan’s jaw clenched as he stared at her, struggling to maintain his dominance. But all of it seemed futile —Arwen didn’t look the same woman he had come to know over the years.

His grip loosened further, and Arwen seized the moment to shrug them off, stepping back to create a distance between them. Ryan wanted to reach out, to hold her again, but she wasn’t going to allow him.

"It doesn’t matter whether I wear it or take this off my finger," Arwen motioned towards the velvet box with the ring inside, "because this was never about us. It was never about you. Back then, you haven’t bothered to place it on my finger, and now you hold the audacity to act as though it meant something?"

Ryan’s gaze darkened, his fists clenched. "Arwen, you know what meaning this ring holds. This is our family heirloom and —"

"Yes, I know," Arwen nodded. "But it seems like you forgot that I am no longer your fiancée. The Foster family’s heirloom has got nothing to do with me anymore and neither do you," she said with a tone of finality.

Ryan stood still, his fists unclenching, as if her words had cut him deeper than any rage he could muster. "You —" he began, but was abruptly cut off.