Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 344

[I know I was a jerk back then, and I'm not asking for your forgiveness. I've just been dreaming about you a lot lately. Dreaming of you making soup for me, dreaming of you bringing me an umbrella in the rain… Grace, if only time could be turned back…]

"Ugh—"

Grace only made it halfway through before a wave of nausea churned in her stomach.

She crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the trash.

How did he have the nerve to bring up the past?

His so-called "peaceful time" was when she had run all over the city in a snowstorm to buy him stomach medicine, only to come back and find him celebrating Lilian's birthday!

His so-called "making soup" was her, burning with a fever, slaving away in the kitchen, only for him to take the bowl and dump it into the dog's dish in disgust!

"Mrs. Hart? Are you all right?" Her secretary was startled by her reaction.

Grace took a deep breath.

"Caleb."

"Yes."

"From now on, if you see another letter in this handwriting, send it straight to the shredder." Grace pulled out a sanitizing wipe and began cleaning each finger that had touched the letter. "No, just burn it. Don't dirty the company's shredder."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Grace looked out the window at the bustling city skyline and let out a cold laugh.

*Ethan, do you really think I'm still the same Grace who would come running back, tail wagging, if you just crooked your finger?*

*You don't deserve to talk about memories.*

*You deserve to rot in the mud!*

"Miss Cross." Grace gave a polite nod.

"Don't be nervous, no business tonight." Amelia sat down beside her, her posture relaxed. "Actually, I've wanted to get to know you for a while, Grace. Not as the daughter of the Cross family, but as… another woman who fought her way to the top in a man's world."

Grace raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Everyone thinks I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, that I get whatever I want." Amelia gave a bitter smile and swirled the wine in her glass. "But who would know? In the Cross family, I'm just seen as a liability."

"My father's sexism is pathological. I could be first in my class, I could land major projects, but in his eyes, none of it is worth more than a fart from my brother, who does nothing but party and gamble."

Amelia turned her head to look at Grace, her eyes sincere. "I've read the news about you. What you went through with the Hart family… to be honest, it breaks my heart."

Grace's hand, holding the glass, paused slightly.

"For people like us, if we want to climb, we have to carve out our hearts and replace them with stone." Amelia sighed and raised her glass. "To us. To every woman who refuses to accept her fate."