Finally, she spoke, her voice steady and resolute.
“I’m sorry, but I’m doing well now and have no plans to return. If I were to go back, I don’t know if I’d be able to leave again. The Sterling family holds so much power, and I’m just an ordinary person. Please, let me move on.”
“He fell in love with Lily, and he’ll fall for someone else again. I was never ‘the one,’ and no one will ever be his only one. He’s only obsessed with me now because he still can’t let go of me. But I believe, with time, he’ll move on.”
Elliot let out a heavy sigh. He had done all he could—pleading, reasoning—but Freya’s resolve remained unshakable. And perhaps she was right. Jack had made his mistakes, and now he needed to face the consequences.
“Very well,” Elliot said with resignation. “If you still care for him, even just a little, then come see him. If not, let’s pretend this call never happened.”
“Thank you, Mr. Sterling,” Freya replied sincerely. Her gratitude was clear, but her decision was final.
After the call ended, Elliot sent Freya a video. The footage showed Jack lying unconscious, pale, and lifeless.
Freya watched, momentarily surprised. She hadn’t expected him to decline so rapidly in just a few months, looking like a hollow shell of the person he used to be—caught somewhere between life and ruin.
But it had nothing to do with her anymore.
All the love she once had for him was buried long ago, left behind in the place she once called home.
She had no intention of going back.
Jack had plenty of people around to care for him. With Elliot by his side, he wouldn’t be lacking anything, and he certainly didn’t need a glance from her.
It was better not to disturb things. Going back would only create unnecessary trouble.
