Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn)

There was no such thing as a peaceful existence. Instead, it was merely the dark things lurking in the background, continuously breeding and rotting away.

Jack's expression darkened further, clearly taken aback by my calm and resolute demeanor. His eyes widened as if searching for some weakness in me, but ultimately he could only lower his head in defeat, muttering a low curse. "Do you think this will lead to your victory? I'll tell you, it's not that easy! I've been in this game for years, and you can't just take me down like that."

I smiled disdainfully and shook my head.

"Jack, don't you realize by now? True victory isn't achieved through power and status. It's attained through justice and truth. Your crimes are exposed to the light, and no matter how much you struggle, you cannot escape the law's judgment." With that, I turned to leave the prison, each step filled with newfound conviction.

As I walked outside, I felt the bright sunlight on my face, as if my life could finally transcend to a higher level.

I made my way to a nearby café and called Ethan.

"Ethan, I just left the prison. Jack finally revealed his true colors, but I managed to maintain my composure. His words, though painful, have only strengthened my resolve to uncover the truth."

My voice held a barely detectable tremor, but it was mostly filled with determination and certainty.

"What did he say?" On the other end of the line, Ethan's voice was low and concerned, clearly expecting that this conversation would be anything but easy.

I took a deep breath and summarized Jack's despicable remarks.

"He tried to stain my mother's name with lies, attempting to shake my resolve, but I won't let him succeed. I know it's not true. My mother was the purest, strongest woman in the world." Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

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"Well done, Eve." Ethan's voice brimmed with approval, and even through the phone, I could feel his support.

"You're far stronger than you realize. As for those slanders, we'll shatter them with evidence."

After offering some comforting words, he asked where I was.

Before long, he arrived at the café, and seeing him again filled me with anticipation.

Yet, the pain in my heart lingered. I knew some things might be just as he said.

"Maybe in some ways he deceived me, but he wouldn't lie about this. Jack may really have been exploiting my mother."

If he could use me as a business asset, then how could he not involve my mother in his schemes for his own benefit?

"I've had a nagging suspicion that he forced my mother to do some terrible things," I admitted.

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He gently took my hand, offering silent strength, allowing me to feel a flicker of warmth amidst the cold reality.