When Love Comes Again

Emelia’s mind spun as she stared at the intricately designed invitation. Ashton, the man she loved, was getting married. He had moved on. The reasonable part of her was happy for him; it was best that they stay apart after all, and having different partners was the best way to do this.

Honestly, she didn't think it would hurt this much. She bit her lips unknowingly, looking aggrieved and uncomfortable. Winter, who had been watching her closely, couldn't help but laugh, but there was no joy in his eyes. So, it was like this; she still couldn't let go, even after so long.

"What are you thinking about? It's just a wedding invitation. It's not like you are being forced to go." Although, it would be to his benefit if they went.

He wanted her to see Ashton marrying someone else with her own eyes so that in the future, she wouldn't dare think of a life with him. Wasn't he good enough as a husband? Why was she still obsessed with the heir of an underground organization whose business was