Chapter 462

Vivian pressed trembling fingers to her temples. A bone-deep weariness settled in her chest. "This isn't something you should be asking me," she whispered, voice breaking.

Nathaniel had always understood her better than anyone. Why would he force this impossible choice now?

The light in Nathaniel's striking blue eyes flickered out like a dying candle. His shoulders slumped in defeat.

A bitter laugh escaped him. "Fine, Isabella. Don't answer. I already know." His voice cracked on the last word.

"Nat, please—" She reached for him, but he stepped back.

"Enough." He schooled his features into a mask of calm, though his jaw remained tight. "Consider our engagement over. From now on, think of me as your brother. I'll still support you, but I won't chain you to promises made under duress."

Each syllable carved another piece from his heart.

But what choice did he have?

Their relationship had become a gilded cage. No matter how hard they tried, happiness remained just out of reach.

This was his final gift to her—freedom.

"Are you... breaking up with me?" Vivian's voice rose in panic. Her fingers dug into his forearm. "I spoke without thinking. I choose you—only you. Don't leave."

The plea tore from her throat, raw and desperate.

Nathaniel had been her anchor through every storm. Without him, how would she navigate the darkness ahead?

Tears glistened in his eyes as he peeled her fingers away one by one. "You'll soar higher without me weighing you down. If you choose me tonight, you'll regret it tomorrow." His breath hitched. "So let me be the villain here."

He turned sharply, shoulders rigid. Only the glint of moisture on his cheeks betrayed his anguish.

Vivian stood frozen as he disappeared into the crowd.

Around them, employees wiped their eyes. A few muffled sobs broke the silence.

'God, a man like that—successful, devoted, willing to walk away for her happiness...'

The collective sigh was almost audible.

"Ms. Lockhart," Julian Blackwood purred, stepping closer. "You seem reluctant to let him go. Shall I call him back?"

"Do you want me to?" Vivian arched a brow, masking her turmoil with practiced ease.

"Not at all." Julian's smile turned predatory as he offered his arm. "Now that you're single... how about that private tour I promised? I know just the place to... distract you."