(Rosalie's POV)
I have three days before the wedding.
Three days before Ethan marries Sabrina and I lose him forever.
Three days to fix everything.
Or leave the country forever like Kate demanded.
I'm in my hotel room—the same one I've been in since Kate kicked me out of the Hale Estate. Staring at plane tickets to Paris. First class. One way. Leaving tomorrow morning.
Kate bought them herself. Had them delivered with a note.
This is not exile. This is a new beginning. Take the promotion. Build something of your own. Let Ethan go.
Let Ethan go.
Like it's that simple. Seventeen years of love can't just evaporate because Kate says so.
My phone buzzes. A text from Kate.
Your flight leaves at 9 AM. I expect you to be on it.
I stare at the message for a long time.
Then I delete it.
