Chapter 11 Goodbye, My Fated Mate

• Tessa's POV
• "I won't." My voice was calm, steady, resolute. I turned on my heel, walking through the hall without hesitation, leaving his stunned, dark eyes fixed on my retreating figure. Every step felt like reclaiming myself, every breath a declaration of freedom.
• By the time I reached the Ashford House, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the front gate. My luggage was packed, neatly lined beside me. Marcus, Gloria, and Bianca watched in silence, the air thick with anticipation.