Three months later.
My own “Scarlett Events” was officially established, quickly rising to become a top–tier luxury wedding planning brand.
Mr. Caldwell’s spectacular turnaround wedding received explosive praise within the industry. With his intentional referrals, in just two months, my team secured six major corporate weddings and three celebrity custom wedding banquets.
4:08 am DSD
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All were resounding successes.
By then, Scarlett Events had firmly established its leading position in the industry, unmatched by any rival.
I appeared on the cover of an industry magazine and gave an exclusive interview to a TV reporter.
The host asked: “How do you view everything you’ve experienced?”
I smiled:
“I don’t thank them, nor do I thank that experience. But I thank the past me who fell into the abyss.”
“Because she didn’t lose hope. Her soul didn’t die.”
“She saved the me of today. She gave me a new beginning.”
“That’s why today, I can still climb upwards with a burning passion, until I stand right here.”
That night, my assistant brought me an anonymous letter. It contained nothing but a faded old photograph.
In the photo, it was Alexander and me when we first started the company. I was smiling radiantly, full of anticipation for the future, and Alexander stood beside me, his eyes filled with love and affection as
he looked at me.
I glanced at it indifferently, signed the last cooperation agreement, and casually tossed the photo into the shredder, along with that past.
My phone vibrated. The screen showed a text message from an unknown number:
**[Scarlett, I’m sorry. Can you forgive me and give me a chance to start over?]**
I deleted it directly, blocked the number, and didn’t even bother to read the rest of the message.
I walked to the balcony. The wind blew from the night sky. Outside the floor–to–ceiling windows, lights twinkled from countless homes, neon signs glowed.
I spoke softly, as if to myself, and to the ghosts of the past:
“You set a trap for me, and I made you fall.
You forced me to drown, so now, it’s your turn. One by one, sink to the bottom, and drown.”
rday
