Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270 

Liam allowed his dignity to be trampled on just for wistful love. 

“You promised me that you wouldn’t hurt her, so why did you arrange for that car accident? Did you know that she nearly died?” 

At that moment. I had neatly burst into tears, but I forced myself to stand up tall and remain strong. I no longer have the courage to hear what came next. 

I didn’t know how ended up leaving, but I was feeling really down and in a lot of pain. 

Too many people had exploited my trust in them to do whatever they wanted. They just kept coming. They approached me, understood my weakness, and then 

stabbed me where it hurt the most. 

I walked out of that huge space, disoriented and in a daze. As I looked out at the golf course, I thought about who I used to be. 

in seemed like anything that involved the Graysons would be unpleasant. The memories that were associated with it would be filled with pain as well. 

I remembered the time when I wanted to bring Ethan home. Ethen, who was drunk at that time, fell asleep outside, disoriented, and had gotten a cold. Instead of going home with me, he would rather endure the cold, harsh wind outside. 

Tan got to know about thes and thought that after I forced Ethan and Leah apart, I still didn’t treasure what I had after I’d gotten it. So, he made me collect golf balls on the deserted golf course on the coldest day of a snowstorm, 

Ikelt on the ground and looked everywhere for those few white golf balls that were perfectly camouflaged in the snow, 

Only notprints were left in the key snow. 1 didn’t know how far but I was so cold I was humb all over before I finally found those golf balls. 

I tell and tainted in the show, only to find out that he had left for the one be loved after I had come about 

When I was at my lowest and most painful, he didn’t ask about me, he didn’t care about me, he didn’t even spare m 

me a look 

i day of sweltering bear, but felt like I had just come out of a freezer. The pain in my heart was starting to become unbearable. 

Today, I learned Bow much a broken heart could hurt. What right and reason did I have to beg others to take care of me when my own father betrayed me and leeched onto me again and again, surking me dry? 

angha clear price labeled on them, while some other things were priceless, like love. It could be a priceless, precious commodity; it could also be mthething so cheap that it was not worth speaking about it at all 

Love, when used in the right place, was priceless, but it was also worth nothing when used in the wrong place 

place. There was only a very fine line between what was