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So, when Hanson showed up for the nth time to pester me, I decided to have a serious talk with him.
“Hanson, I’ve made up my mind.”
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“I don’t blame you, and I don’t hold any grudges. No matter how many misunderstandings we had before.”
“We’ve both lived through death, so I’ll be honest. In my last life, I loved you–really loved you–more than my own life. I would have given up everything for you.”
Hanson seemed moved by this and tried to pull me into his arms. I pushed him away and continued.
“But in this life, even though I’ve felt a spark with you, I enjoy the achievements I’ve made in my career even more.”
His previously happy expression instantly deflated.
“I’m not going to marry you. I don’t want to be Mrs. Gabe again, a woman with no life of her own, living only for her husband and children.”
If I married Hanson again, I’d have even more money and could reach many more small financial goals. But I find more joy in making money on my own, in realizing my self–worth.
“Oh, and I’m preparing to study in France. I want to keep learning and improving myself, becoming an even better person.”
“So, Hanson, let’s give up on each other.”
As I finished speaking, I felt a weight lift off my chest. Just as I turned to leave, Hanson suddenly hugged me from behind.
“I support you in doing what you love. Just let me be the one who supports you, okay?”
Epilogue 1
Early in the morning, I kicked Hanson out of bed. This guy has been flying to France whenever he has free time, just to pester me.
I’m going to be late for class again today.
On top of preparing for Fashion Week, I also have to attend classes, and yet this man still insists on wearing me out.
Three months later, my first fashion show at Fashion Week was a huge success.
I invited Zara Zoey to be my closing model.
When the final music ended and I stepped onto the stage with all the models to bow, I looked at the audience seated below the runway.
There were famous celebrities, magazine editors, fashion buyers, and many other industry elites.
They were sitting there, looking at my designs, applauding my work.
At that moment, I couldn’t hold back my emotions, and tears streamed down my face.
I bowed deeply to the audience.
I saw Hanson Gabe applauding for me, Lucy Lane applauding for me, my parents applauding for me, and Zara Zoey, standing next to me, applauding for me.
Let flowers bloom into flowers and trees grow into trees; give myself back to me.
I did it.
Epilogue 2
Samuel Henderson has been feeling very frustrated lately. His boss, Hanson Gabe, is rarely in the office, always flying off to chase after his girlfriend.
The problem is that this girlfriend has been hard to catch, even after all these years.
Meanwhile, Samuel has been swamped with all the work his boss left behind.
Seeing the gossip headlines with Hanson Gabe looking all clingy, following a woman around, asking, “Nancy, when are you going to give me an official title?” makes Samuel want to facepalm. Is this the same decisive, no–nonsense Hanson Gabe who runs the company?
How can a person have two completely different faces?
In the meantime, Hanson sneezed twice while applying sunscreen to Nancy Faye in the Maldives.
“Who’s talking about me?”
“Nancy, look how sunny it is outside. Let’s head back to the room and do what we should be doing. You still owe me that 500 dollars from last time, remember? If we make it a thousand, I’ll give you a twenty percent discount.”
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Nancy looked at Hanson’s fawning expression and thought, fine, 500 dollars is a good deal, no regrets–especially since the quality isn’t bad either. The End.
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