Just when I thought I could start my life anew and gradually get used to Adele's presence, a crisis quietly approached. One day, an old friend of mine suddenly showed up at my door. He had a face full of beard and looked weary, handing me a letter. His voice trembled as he delivered shocking news. This news was about Eric, the one who had once betrayed me. I thought that after I escaped, he would disappear from my life. However, that was not the case.
My friend informed me that Eric had not only failed to vanish but was instead rising rapidly in power. His influence was growing, and it seemed he was searching for something greater. This news plunged me back into the nightmare of betrayal. I felt as if Eric had cast me aside once more, and my spirits sank to an all-time low. What troubled me even more was that Adele seemed to have known all along. She began to frequently mention Eric and subtly hinted that the hatred from the past would never leave me. Her words carried a sense of provocation and guidance, attempting to force me to confront Eric again.
I gradually realized that her actions were not merely about business collaboration. During a late-night meeting, my old friend revealed more details about Eric's situation. The room was dimly lit by candlelight, and worry etched across my friend's face. I listened in silence, my fingers lightly tapping on the table; inside, I was tumultuous, yet I forced a calm expression on my face. This news made me realize that I had to face the shadows of my past once more; I could no longer run away.
The thunder roared on that rainy night, as if providing an accompaniment for the impending crisis. "Isabelle," my friend said with concern, "Eric's power is growing stronger; he seems to have gained support from some mysterious organization and is expanding rapidly."
"Hasn't he always been like this?" I tried to maintain my composure, but unease filled my heart.
"No, this time it's different. His influence has infiltrated various sectors; even the royal family cannot ignore his presence."
The words of my friend pierced my heart like a sharp knife, and I felt an unprecedented fear. The shadow of Eric reappeared in my life, and I could not escape it. I knew I had to face everything, no matter the outcome.
"Isabelle, you can’t just sit back and do nothing; you must take action to stop Eric's expansion," my friend urged.
"What should I do?" My voice revealed my helplessness.
"Find out about the mysterious organization that supports him and dismantle his power," my friend said firmly.
"That’s easier said than done," I felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
"You know Eric better than I do; you know his weaknesses, and you can find his vulnerabilities," my friend encouraged.
I fell silent, filled with fear and hesitation. I knew that once I took action, it would mean facing the person I once loved and hated again.
"Isabelle, you can’t keep running away; you must confront your past," my friend's voice echoed in the darkness.
The sound of rain gradually subsided, and the thunder stopped roaring. After my friend left, I sat alone in the dark, lost in thought. I knew I had to make a decision, regardless of the outcome. The shadow of Eric spread within my heart, and I understood that I had to face him again, no matter the cost.
In the following days, I began investigating Eric's background, trying to uncover the mysterious organization that supported him. However, everything seemed elusive. Eric's influence appeared to be everywhere; his power exceeded my imagination. Whenever I thought I had found a clue, it turned out to be futile.
Adele seemed indifferent to my actions; she became increasingly elusive. Her gaze revealed a complex emotion that I could not comprehend, as if she was concocting some plan.
"Isabelle, do you think you can escape the shadows of your past?" Adele suddenly asked during one dinner. Her words carried a deep irony and provocation that made me feel utterly uncomfortable.
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