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Chapter_179
Whitney stood frozen at the gates, the icy wind biting through her thin coat, each gust feeling like a harsh reminder of her heartbreak. The sting of Ludwik’s rejection was more unbearable than the freezing cold ever could be, yet she didn’t move. She stayed rooted to the spot, watching him walk away, each step furthering the distance between them. His departure felt final—leaving her alone in the night, alone with the weight of his dismissal.
Elaine’s triumphant grin flashed in Whitney’s mind, like a cruel brand seared into her thoughts. The woman had gotten what she wanted. Ludwik’s heart, once hers, was now Elaine’s. The realization of that truth was a crushing blow. It pressed heavily on Whitney’s chest, suffocating her in the silence that followed Ludwik’s callous retreat.
But Whitney wasn’t done. She couldn’t be.
With her fists clenched tightly at her sides, a silent vow burned within her. No matter what, she would fulfill Natalie’s last wish. She would keep fighting, even if it cost her everything.
She turned slowly, her gaze following the Bentley as it disappeared into the night. A sense of finality settled over her. She wasn’t welcome in the life that had once been hers, the life that was slipping through her fingers. But that didn’t mean she was leaving for good. No, she had a purpose. And she wouldn’t let it slip away.
As she began the long walk back to her apartment, every step felt like an insurmountable weight. But beneath the crushing burden, her resolve remained unbroken. Ludwik could hate her, he could despise her—but she wouldn’t give up. She couldn’t afford to. Not now. Not when she had so much left to fight for.
Inside the villa, Elaine lingered by the door, a smug smile playing on her lips as she watched Ludwik disappear into the shadows of the house. But the victory wasn’t complete—not yet. She knew better than to celebrate too soon.
“She’s gone,” Ludwik’s cold voice cut through the silence, his tone devoid of emotion. “But don’t think this means anything. She’ll keep coming back.”
Elaine stepped closer to him, her voice sweet as honey, laced with triumph. “Let her come. She’ll never have you the way I do. You know that, don’t you?”
For a moment, Ludwik’s gaze was distant, lost in thought. The bitterness of his final exchange with Whitney still hung in the air, thick with the residue of emotions that neither of them had been able to resolve.
“I don’t need her,” he muttered, as though the words were meant more for himself than for Elaine.
Elaine’s smile deepened, almost predatory. “No, you don’t. And you never will again.”
But just as Ludwik turned to walk away, something flickered in his eyes—something dark, something that hinted at the tension that still simmered beneath the surface. The war wasn’t over. Whitney might have been beaten for now, but she wasn’t done yet. And Ludwik felt it. There was an unease growing in the pit of his stomach, a nagging sensation that the final chapter of this twisted saga had not yet been written.
As he left, Elaine’s victorious expression faltered slightly. Her gaze lingered on the darkness outside, where the night seemed to swallow everything in its wake. The game wasn’t over. Whitney’s presence—her persistence—had made things more complicated than Elaine had anticipated. And she knew it.
Inside the villa, the silence hung heavy, suffocating. It was a silence filled with unfinished business, with fragile threads connecting their fates, threads that could snap at any moment, changing everything.
