She Became His World by Turning Me Into the Villain novel Chapter 6

**Married by Mistake, Loved by Fate — by L. Winters**
**Chapter 6**

In the end, the painting that Ethan had once coveted remained unsold, a lingering reminder of what could have been.

Some moments in life are akin to the futile act of grabbing an umbrella after a storm has passed; once the opportunity has slipped away, it loses all significance.

The heartfelt apology he offered, which would have meant the world to my eighteen-year-old self, now felt like an empty gesture to the woman I had become at twenty-three.

As he turned to leave, Ethan placed his wedding invitation delicately on my table, his voice laced with hope as he urged, “I really hope you’ll come.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, I ripped the invitation into shreds, each piece falling like a silent testament to my indifference, before tossing it into the trash bin as if it were nothing more than a crumpled receipt.

After completing high school, I immersed myself in my art, dedicating my days and nights to painting while juggling a few side gigs to make ends meet.

It was during one of those mundane moments that a friend approached me with an enticing offer—a wedding venue design project that promised a handsome paycheck. The allure of the money was too tempting to resist, and I found myself saying yes without a second thought.

Little did I know that five years later, fate would lead me back to Summer.

As I arrived at the venue, a wave of recognition washed over me. It was none other than Summer, the very client I was meant to impress.

Her eyes widened as they scanned me from head to toe, and the facade of politeness she had likely rehearsed crumbled. A laugh escaped her lips, vibrant and mocking.

“Wow, Nora, I really didn’t expect you to still be doing this badly after all these years,” she sneered.

“Back then, you were at least my competition. I honestly thought, no matter what, you wouldn’t end up this pathetic,” she added, her voice dripping with disdain.

A smile crept onto my face as I approached her, each step deliberate and heavy with purpose.

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