Rejected, And Became A Heiress (Cara) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 0127 

Cara’s POV 

“Please, leave.” 

That is all I manage to say. 

My cheeks feel wet, and I realize they are my tears. They roll down one after another, but I refuse to look weak. 

…Not like before. Not like the fragile person I used to be. 

I need to stay strong. 

I wipe the tears away, turn quickly, and pull open my wardrobe. I grab an oversized sweater and put it on. The way it wraps around me calms me slightly, but I still keep my back to Alaric. 

“You need to go. Right now,” I say, doing my best to keep my voice steady. 

“About last night… It was a mistake. I was drunk and it didn’t mean anything.” I feel my voice steadying further as I speak, my resolve growing. “We have no relationship, and we never will. Just like you’ve always wanted.” 

“The partnership between DarkWood and BloodyMoon won’t change because of this. Don’t worry–I’m not petty.” 

Just like he wants. 

Just like I used to want. 

“Wait, Cara…” he starts. 

I feel calmer now, calm enough to turn and face him. I look directly at Alaric- at his shocked, handsome face. 

Those piercing blue eyes, the dark, tousled curls… They are everything I once loved. 

But I don’t love them anymore. 

I am moving forward. 

“So now, please leave my house.” 

I say it slowly, firmly, making sure every word lands. 

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Alaric’s POV 

“Please leave now. You need to go,” Cara says, her voice firmly. 

She pulls on a large sweater, wrapping herself up as if she can’t stand being exposed in front 

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Chapter 0127 

of me. 

As if I haven’t seen all of her last night. 

The shock she felt when I first entered her bedroom seems to be fading now. In its place, I see something far worse than anger or sadness. 

What is left is a calm, cold indifference. 

Cara doesn’t scream. She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t even look at me. Her beautiful green eyes avoid mine entirely, as if pulled away by some invisible force, refusing to stay where I stand. 

At that moment, I feel every hope I have–the hope of fixing what we had–crack and fall apart. 

I see it in her eyes. 

A coldness. 

A distance that cuts deeper than anger ever could 

She doesn’t love me anymore. 

She doesn’t care anymore, 

“Cara, what we did last night… what happened…” I try to say, desperately searching for the right words. I want to tell her how perfect everything felt when we were together again. When 

we… 

“It was a mistake. Right?” she interrupts. 

“It was just a moment of weakness between adults. You know how alcohol makes people act stupid. Whatever happened last night, just let it go. We were both enjoyed in last night, that’s all.” 

She means it. I can see it in the way her voice doesn’t waver. 

But how can I just let it go? 

After six years 

six years