Year Five: The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 83

Silvia watched as her heartfelt letter was crumpled and tossed aside like trash. She let out a short, bitter laugh and shook her head. “Are you done with your tantrum, Shipley?”

“I’m dead serious,” Shipley shot back, his voice low and tense, as if he were biting off each word.

His expression was full of longing, as if he wanted to pour every ounce of love he had into her. But Silvia knew better. She’d once been lured, step by step, into the gentle trap Shipley set—only to find herself with nothing in the end.

Now, when Shipley looked at her, there was a chill in her eyes he’d never seen before. The heat in his chest began to ebb, replaced by a creeping cold.

He let go of her and started pacing the dressing room, back and forth, as if desperately trying to think his way out of this mess.

Sweet Silvia must still be sulking, he thought. She must be watching to see if he’d prove his sincerity. Engagement, marriage—what did any of it matter? The only person by her side could be him. He wouldn’t allow it any other way.

Seizing the moment, Silvia quickly glanced down at her phone. Earlier, behind her back, she’d managed to type a message blind. Seeing the contact was Kent, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of helplessness. Of all the people to message, she’d opened his chat by accident. Or maybe it was fate.

She hit send. Worried Kent might be too busy with the engagement party to notice a text, she tapped the call button, switched to speaker, and placed the phone face-down on the table.

“Sweet Silvia, you really are a handful,” Shipley said, snapping out of his thoughts. He stopped pacing, his gaze chilling as it landed on her.

His voice was colder now. “You know damn well Kent’s been crossing me at every turn in Luminova, and yet you still drag him into this show to spite me?”

Silvia couldn’t help laughing at the absurdity of it. Was he delusional? The lavish engagement party was happening right outside that door, and he seriously believed all of this was just to get under his skin? The arrogance was almost impressive.

Annoyance flickered across her face. She pointed at the door. “Get out, Shipley. I don’t want to see you.”

“You’re coming with me.” Shipley stepped forward, reaching to grab her, determined to drag her out whether she liked it or not.

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