ManyWriters

Ivo climbed the ranks of the wealthy elite that day, granting an interview to the network.
When the host inquired about the secret to his success,
Ivo stared directly into the camera, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips.
"I owe my gratitude to that shameless individual who trampled me when I was at my lowest, shaping me into the man I am today."
The host's jaw dropped in surprise: "How could that person be so blind? Such individuals deserve divine retribution..."
But Ivo absent-mindedly toyed with his engagement ring.
"It doesn't matter. She's blind now, I'm sure she's regretting it for the rest of her life."
He seemed to be addressing me through the camera, his teeth clenched in anger.
"Isn't that right, Scarlett?"
As the words fell, my hand trembled, and tears streamed down my face.
What he didn't know was that his clear eyes now had belonged to me.

The Whisper of Misplaced Love

Not wanting to let Eliot down, I diligently prepared artwork for my solo exhibition.


Eliot had some free time and stayed up late with me.


During this period, Ivo came to see me again.


In just a month, Ivo seemed to have aged a decade.


His former vigor had completely vanished, and instead of his usual custom-tailored clothes, he wore cheap off-the-rack items you'd find anywhere on the street.


He grabbed my hand like a drowning man clutching at straws.


"Scarlett, I was so wrong. I've cut all ties with Kinsley now. You said you wanted to get married in Ireland - let's go right now!"


"Money, status - I don't care about any of that anymore. All I want now is you!"


As he finished speaking, I yanked my hand away.


By now, I had seen through Ivo's true nature.


I let out a cold laugh, no longer mincing my words.


Chapter 9