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Her voice was calm-no anger, no resentment, not even a ripple of emotion. Yet each word was sharper than any blade, striking one by one on Ethan Fletcher’s already shattered heart:
“Ethan Fletcher, just look at you now.”
“Pathetic. And truly, what a joke.”
She paused, her lips slightly parted, then spoke the words that killed whatever hope he had
left:
“I once loved you, and that was the greatest shame of my entire life.”
“Please,” her voice was firm and absolute, leaving no room for argument, “leave my world forever.”
She finished. Not giving him so much as a backward glance, she reached out, slid her arm around Derek’s, and gently leaned against him.
Derek wrapped his arm around her waist, shooting a cold, dismissive glance at Ethan Fletcher -who was still kneeling in the snow like a statue turned to stone by the wind. Holding Natalie close, Derek turned and walked with her toward the warm and bright glass house.
Natalie never once looked back.
Ethan stayed there, frozen, still kneeling on the icy ground like a statue turned to stone by the
wind.
All he could do was watch as those two white figures, so perfectly matched, walked into the dreamy glass house. The door closed behind them with a soft click, shutting him out into the dark and cold, for good.
Above, the northern lights still danced gracefully, shifting in dazzling colors, so breathtakingly beautiful it hurt to look.
But no matter how bright they shone, not a trace of that light touched Ethan Fletcher’s eyes.
In that instant the door closed, his entire world collapsed, falling into eternal night.
“Aaaah-!!”
A howl ripped from the bottom of his throat-sharp, animal, inhuman. It echoed across the silent ice field like the last desperate cry of a dying beast.
He fell backward into the snow, body curling up, convulsing with sobs so raw and desperate that despair seemed to tear him apart.
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It was over.
Everything was over.
He’d lost her-completely, forever.
Ethan Fletcher didn’t leave Iceland.
He drifted around a nearby town for two days, empty as a ghost.
He didn’t eat, didn’t sleep. All he did was drink, pouring liquor down his throat in a useless attempt to numb the agony. But it didn’t work.
On the third day, he rented a better off-road car, bought a few bottles of hard liquor, and drove straight toward the depths of the great glacier.
He knew what that place meant.
Death, or endless cold.
He drove for hours, surrounded by nothing but a blinding expanse of white. At last, he stopped where the glacier was nothing but ancient ice and cutting wind.
Silence all around-only the howling of the wind.
Ethan got out, standing in snow up to his calves. The freezing wind sliced at his face and his thin clothes like knives.
He pulled out his phone, the screen sluggish in the cold.
He dialed his assistant.
The phone rang forever before it picked up. His assistant’s voice was frantic. “Mr. Fletcher! Where are you? We’ve been looking everywhere! The company-”
“Listen,” Ethan cut him off. His voice was calm. Too calm. Like all the emotion had burned away, leaving nothing but dead ashes.
“Dissolve the Fletcher Group’s core management team. Freeze all my assets. Then, use the money to set up a charity fund.”
He paused, breathing in air so cold it stabbed his lungs.
“Name it… the Natalie Fund. For the independence of women everywhere, and… for art and design.”
His voice was soft, but his tone was absolute.
“Don’t look for me.”
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He hung up before his assistant could say a word.
Then he threw the phone-hard-as far as he could, straight into a deep, bottomless crack in
the ice.
The phone spun through the air and vanished into that endless blue. No sound, no echo.
He stood there, stripped off his soaking, frozen suit jacket, and tossed it onto the snow.
Next came his dress shirt.
All that was left on his upper body was a white undershirt, skin already turning purple in the
subzero cold.
He felt nothing. Not the pain, not the cold. Only a strange, peaceful lightness.
He thought of the way Natalie looked at him, that last time-nothing but pity and disgust.
He thought of her saying, “Loving you was my greatest shame.”
He thought of her leaving with another man.
He laughed.
A twisted smile-uglier than tears-pulled at his lips.
And then he walked, step by steady step, deeper into the glacier. Into the cold. Into the dark.
Every breath stabbed like needles in his chest. His mind started to go fuzzy.
For a moment, he thought he saw her-not far away, standing there in the fiery red dress she’d worn the first time they met. She was smiling, bright as a rose blooming in snow, reaching out to him.
“Natalie…” Ethan murmured, a faint smile on his lips as he reached for the vision.
“This time… I won’t trouble you again…”
“I’ll use my life… to atone to you… Is that enough…”
His voice grew softer and softer, until the wind carried it away.
His body finally gave out. He collapsed, face-down on the eternal ice.
The cold closed in, sharp as knives. And then everything-light, sound, pain—was gone, swallowed up by darkness.
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