"I opened that room," Rosalie Hart sobbed. "I saw those clothes. Are they all hers?"
It was a distinctly feminine room, adorned with pink decorations, beautiful nightgowns, beautiful clothes, and various exquisite ornaments, many still unopened. Had someone lived there before?
It turned out that in this villa, she wasn't the first mistress, and unbeknownst to her, someone had once loved him.
The thought alone was unbearably painful.
Evan Willow sighed softly, still as gentle and lovely as ever, eyes downcast as he watched his crying fiancée. He nodded, "Yes."
Rosalie Hart lifted her head to look at him, "If I ask you to throw away the things in that room, would you agree?"
She still harbored a sliver of hope.
If he was willing to discard his ex-girlfriend's belongings, it would mean he was ready to step out from the shadows of his past, and perhaps, someday, she could have a place in his heart.
