Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 315

Marguerite’s words were firm, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

“Marguerite, I—”

“Don’t tell me you need more time to think it over,” she interrupted, her grip tightening on Hannah’s hand. “You’ve been thinking about this for ages. You’ve never truly let go of my brother. So what is there left to consider?”

“Trust me—give my brother another chance. I know you two could be happy together. Everyone would accept you, I promise. This wasn’t your fault to begin with, so why punish yourself? If anything, you should be angry at the one who hurt you, not at yourself.”

She spoke with unwavering conviction, her fingers interlaced with Hannah’s as if she could lend her strength through touch alone.

Hannah couldn’t help but feel sorry for this girl. If their positions were reversed, she doubted she’d have Marguerite’s courage or optimism. Marguerite had been through so much, yet somehow managed to remain bright and independent. It was admirable—maybe even enviable.

Hannah’s own wounds had almost healed. She was finally beginning to forget, but then she’d been the one to rip open her own barely-mended scars, refusing to let herself move on.

Guilt gnawed at her. She knew she’d made mistakes, but the damage was already done. Now, Marguerite was determined to help her heal.

“If you’re willing,” Marguerite said softly, “come back with me. Just see my brother. He’s not doing well—he misses you.”

Marguerite’s determination was unwavering, and with that, the two of them came to an unspoken agreement.

“And look at this place,” Marguerite added, glancing around the small, worn-down apartment. “It’s nothing like where we grew up. You left your job and started over, but you deserve better. You’re talented and amazing, Hannah. Don’t let yourself wither away here. You’re meant for so much more.”

She’d noticed the cramped, dreary surroundings the moment she walked in. It was nothing like home—nothing like what Hannah deserved.

Marguerite hated seeing Hannah reduced to this, and deep down, she couldn’t shake the guilt. Somehow, she felt this was all partly her fault.