All Chapters of Winning Back My Ex Fiancée's Heart: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

★★★★★ “I was talking about the event—your debut as a model,” Ella clarified, raising an eyebrow at Rebecca’s startled reaction. “Why do you look like I just asked if you’re planning to rob a bank tomorrow?” Her tone was light, but the teasing lilt in her voice was unmistakable. Ella’s curious gaze lingered on Rebecca, amused by the bewildered expression that had crossed her face. “Oh, haha!” Rebecca laughed awkwardly, shifting in her seat as though trying to shake off her unease. “Honestly, I still don’t fully understand what I’m supposed to do tomorrow. The whole thing feels surreal.” Imara, munching on a chip, leaned forward. “Well, let me just remind you that Veronica Black will be there. And where Veronica goes, competition follows. The crowd goes absolutely wild for her.” She paused, her tone carrying a note of caution. “I trust you’ve prepared yourself for that.” Noticing the sudden tension her words might have caused, Imara burst into laughter. “Don’t mind me. I once attend

★★★★★"There’s nothing to see other than some mere walks by models," Rebecca said, her voice tinged with hesitation. Her gaze flickered with reluctance, betraying her unease at the thought of Edward attending the event.Her words seemed to amuse Edward, a low chuckle escaping his lips. He leaned back, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and sincerity. "If I’m seen there, it’ll only be because of you," he said, his voice smooth yet deliberate. "I’d like to see my wife as a model walking the ramp."Rebecca froze, the glare on her face dissolving into sheer horror. Her breath hitched, and her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that bordered on desperation. She searched his expression, looking for the usual teasing glint, but what she saw instead felt alarmingly genuine.His words lingered in the air like an unspoken vow, wrapping around her like a tether she couldn’t break. Was he serious? Did he truly mean to accept her as his wife?"Your words are neither funny nor genuine," R

★★★★★ After sending both girls to their houses, Rebecca lay in bed, tossing and turning. Sleep eluded her, no matter how desperately she tried to close her eyes. She knew how crucial rest was for her heart and mind, yet the unease gnawed at her relentlessly. Perhaps it was the anxiety of being in the spotlight tomorrow, the weight of so many eyes on her. Frustrated, Rebecca sat up abruptly and began pacing the length of her room, her thoughts colliding in her mind, refusing to settle. Tomorrow, Pete would propose to her in front of countless cameras, a grand spectacle she had no control over. Meanwhile, her father was likely busy decorating his castle, elated at the prospect of his long-cherished dream coming true. The image of it all made her stomach churn. “Damn it!” she burst out, her frustration boiling over. “Why can’t I have a simple, quiet life for just one day? Urgh!” Her voice echoed in the stillness, but it did little to calm the storm raging inside her. Rebecca walked t

★★★★★The morning sun streamed through the windows as Rebecca sat at the breakfast table, absentmindedly stirring her coffee. She'd been informed earlier that Edward had left the house at dawn, a fact that had both puzzled and relieved her.Her thoughts circled his abrupt departure. Was it business? Or something else entirely? She couldn't help but replay the tension-filled conversation they had last night, wondering if it had pushed him to leave.But then again, she reasoned, Edward isn’t the type to run from anything—least of all a fight.Her lips curled into a wry smile as another thought surfaced. "Thank God! He won’t be there," she muttered, barely audible. "Otherwise, I can already picture Mr. Pete nursing his bloodied face for an entire week."She shook her head, dismissing the image as she pushed her chair back. Grabbing her bag, Rebecca stood, smoothing down her dress. It was time to head out. But as she made her way toward the door, a strange unease settled in her chest. Wh

★★★★Soon, it was Rebecca’s turn. Her heart raced as the stage manager gestured for her to step forward. Her hand instinctively reached for the necklace resting against her collarbone—a simple yet grounding gesture. The cool metal seemed to calm her nerves, if only slightly.The announcement echoed through the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Rebecca, showcasing our exclusive signature collection!"Rebecca took a deep breath, her fingers briefly tightening around the necklace before she let it drop. A lingering worry clung to her chest, but she pushed it down. This moment was hers, and she wasn’t about to let it slip through her fingers.As she stepped onto the stage, the bright lights enveloped her, momentarily blinding her to the crowd. Her steps were measured and deliberate, the soft rustle of her gown echoing in the stillness. With each stride, she reminded herself: Confidence. Grace. Show them why you’re here.The whispers from backstage faded into the background, repl