She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 151

The tablet screen glowed, broadcasting the live finals of Shera Jewell's design competition.

Caden Hayes listened, his eyes glued to the display.

The once gentle and submissive woman by his side had become blindingly radiant.

Facing an audience of hundreds of thousands, her words were resounding, her demeanor calm and unbothered.

She had ideals and ambitions, practically glowing with her own undeniable light.

"I used to rely on others for shelter, but when the storms came and the trees fell, I was left entirely exposed."

"So, I learned to plant my own forest, to put down my own roots, and to grow anew in the barren wasteland of the embers."

She smiled faintly. "Where the ashes scatter, new life always blooms."

"This is Rebirth from Embers, and this is who I am now."

She didn't need a lighthouse, nor did she need a knight in shining armor. Where there was no path through the mountains and seas, she would forge her own world.

As her voice faded, the main venue fell dead silent.

Then, thunderous applause erupted, echoing throughout the entire arena.

The live chat exploded with comments.

[From The Vigil to Rebirth from Embers, this is the complete evolution of a woman.]

[Women rising! Absolutely incredible!]

[Don't be a flower waiting to be admired; be the wind that shapes the landscape!]

The judges were deeply moved.

Galen Croft picked up his microphone, his gaze piercing through the screen straight into Shera's eyes.

His voice was solemn. "Your semi-final piece, The Vigil, possessed sentiment, longing, and vulnerability."

"Today's Rebirth from Embers has backbone, soul, and unwavering confidence."

"The former mourned someone else; the latter establishes yourself."

Galen paused. "I have to ask, is this piece your answer to leaving the past behind?"

Shera's gaze remained steady. She gave a slight nod, her tone honest and serene.

"Yes."

In the corner of the hospital room, Pearce Pembroke quietly watched the woman on the bed, making no effort to hide the sheer admiration in his eyes.

Once the broadcast disconnected, Xenia Denton ran over, her face full of absolute worship.

"Baby, when you gave that speech, you looked like the Goddess Athena! You were glowing from head to toe."

Shera felt a little shy and waved her off. "Don't exaggerate."

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