Dalton sat alone in his office, a sense of unease settling over him. He couldn't shake the memory of Mia, her intelligence, her spirit, and her unwavering loyalty to Ethan. A wave of resentment washed over him. He had made a grave mistake, pushing her away with his arrogance and pride.
Now, he watched from afar as she flourished, her life filled with love and happiness. A bitter taste of jealousy filled him. "How could she choose him over me?" he muttered to himself. "I'm better than him. I can give her everything she wants."
A dangerous idea began to form in his mind. He couldn't let her be happy with someone else. A sense of possessiveness, born from a mixture of love and hate, consumed him. He began to devise a plan, a calculated move to disrupt her life and, perhaps, win her back.
He knew the risks involved. The stakes were high, and the consequences could be devastating. But the allure of power and control was too strong. He was willing to do whatever it took to regain control of the situation, to reassert his dominance.
As he delved deeper into his plan, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. He was a master manipulator, a skilled strategist. He would play his cards carefully, one move at a time. "She'll be mine again," he vowed, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. "I'll make her see the truth."