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Her Royal Life 3

Her Royal Life 3
I had said what I wanted to say. I strode out of the office. 

But before I could reach the elevator, the nineteen-year-old version of Agnes suddenly rushed forward and clung to my arm. 

“Frank, please… don’t. Let’s take that watch back, all right? I gave it to you.” 

Her eyes were rimmed red, yet her voice was hesitant, as though she feared I might be angry. 

Looking at her fresh, unadorned face, my heart softened in spite of myself. 

“Fine. But this will count as the second chance. Are you sure you want to use it now?” 

She nodded firmly, without a moment’s hesitation. 

I ruffled her hair, then turned back from the elevator and walked once more toward the office. 

But when I pushed open the door again, the sight that greeted me made the nineteen-year-old Agnes explode with fury. 

Nicholas was holding Agnes in his arms, whispering intimately against her ear. 

The moment they saw me enter, the two sprang apart. 

“Frank! When did you become so rude? Do you not know you should knock before entering someone else’s office?” 

I shot her a cool glance and walked straight toward them, bending down. But Nicholas stealthily pressed his foot onto the watch strap, pinning it to the ground. 

With no choice, I straightened again. 

He lowered his gaze, his tone meek. 

“Frank, I was only trying to comfort Agnes. She was so upset. Please don’t be angry.” 

Hearing his feigned humility, Agnes couldn’t hold back any longer. 

“Just look at yourself, Frank. Look at the way you act. Nicholas is so considerate, yet you keep making things hard for him again and again. Apologize to him.” 

I ignored her words, fixing my eyes on Nicholas, fighting to hold down the fire raging in my chest. 

“Move.” 

But he pretended not to hear. 

“Frank, I really didn’t mean anything by it.” 

Then Agnes’s hand shot out, gripping my chin hard. 

“Apologize. To Nicholas.” 

I stared at her furious face, then turned my head slightly toward the nineteen-year-old standing nearby. 

She was frozen in place, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

The sight made my anger dissolve in an instant. I gazed at her with aching tenderness and muttered, 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Oh, Frank, there’s no need for that, really. Don’t apologize.” Nicholas backed away cautiously, but I caught the faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. 

I no longer cared what Agnes said. I bent down, picked up the battered watch, and walked out of the office. 

On the way out of Marlen Tower, the nineteen-year-old Agnes sobbed uncontrollably, apologizing to me over and over. 

I stroked her head gently. 

“It’s all right, Agnes. You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

Looking at her delicate face, I asked, “Do you know what tomorrow is?” 

She blinked at me, dazed, then glanced at the car’s display clock. Suddenly her cheeks flushed, and excitement lit her eyes. 

“It’s the day you’re going to propose to me.” 

Yes. Six years ago, on our one-year anniversary, I made her a promise. No matter if I had money or not, on Valentine’s Day six years later, I would propose—by the sea. 

“Good girl. Then tomorrow, you’ll come with me, won’t you?” 

I spoke with quiet warmth. Her eyes sparkled like stars, locking onto mine. 

At last, as though steeling herself, she whispered a secret. 

“Frank, do you know why I could see the future? When you confessed to me, I made a wish on a shooting star… that I could glimpse the future. But I wouldn’t remember any of it… not until midnight tomorrow, when I’ll recall everything I saw.”

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Her Royal Life

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1) The Message That Ended Everything

The phone buzzed with a message from Nicholas Morgan, assistant to the famous actress Agnes Grey.

“Frank, I know this must be painful for you. But what Agnes and I have is real. Please let her be happy.”
A polite dagger dressed as sympathy. Attached to the message were the real wounds — videos and photos of Agnes and Nicholas: passionate embraces under the Tower of Love, stolen kisses before world-famous murals, and bodies entangled on the sands of paradise. The woman Frank once adored was gone.


2) The Ghost of What Was Built

Frank stared at the images in silence. Memories replayed — seven long years of sacrifice.
He had worked three jobs to fund Agnes’s acting dream, slept on subways, drank until his stomach bled, and clawed his way from nothing to build a company of his own.
Together, they had once dreamed of success. Yet now that dream belonged to her and her assistant, shared in stolen luxury and shameless passion.


3) The Final Signature

Frank didn’t hesitate. He opened the divorce papers, the document that would end everything. His pen hovered for a second over the signature line. There was no anger, only exhaustion — until a voice, familiar and young, whispered behind him:

“Frank, don’t! You promised me… three chances.”
He froze. Slowly, he turned.


4) The Girl From Another Time

Standing before him was Agnes at nineteen — the girl he first fell in love with.
She wore the simple $30 dress he had bought her from his part-time earnings.
In that dress, she had always been his favorite memory — unspoiled, pure, full of dreams.
For a moment, the pain receded, replaced by disbelief and bittersweet nostalgia. Then, unexpectedly, Frank laughed.
“Three chances,” he murmured. “All right, Agnes. Three chances it is.”


5) The Present Calls

His phone rang again. The screen flashed with the name Agnes Grey — the real, present one. He answered on speaker.

“Frank! How many times do I have to tell you? Stop harassing Nicholas! He’s exhausted every day running around with me. If you keep this up, forget about that seaside trip I promised you!”
Her voice, sharp and impatient, filled the room.
The nineteen-year-old Agnes beside him clenched her fists in outrage.
“How dare she talk to you like that?”
But the older version was cold and commanding — a woman who no longer remembered love.


6) Two Faces of the Same Woman

The young Agnes’s eyes blazed with loyalty, pain, and disbelief. She couldn’t recognize the bitter, self-absorbed woman she would become.
The older Agnes — twenty-seven, famous, untouchable — was nothing like the girl who once believed in love over luxury.
The contrast was unbearable, as if innocence itself were confronting corruption.
Frank’s gaze drifted between them, torn between what was lost and what remained.


7) The Ultimatum

“Frank,” came Agnes’s icy voice through the phone. “Looks like you’ve grown bold — keeping another woman at your side now. I’ll give you half an hour to get to Marlen Tower. If you’re not here by then…”
She hung up.
Her threat lingered like smoke in the room.
Frank smiled faintly and whispered, “That’s the first chance, Agnes.”
Even he wasn’t sure if he was speaking to the ghost before him — or to himself.


8) A Promise Revived

The nineteen-year-old Agnes looked at him with pleading eyes, full of fear and hope.

“You said you’d give me three chances, Frank. You’ll really do it?”
He nodded softly. “I will.”
Maybe this was fate’s cruel experiment — a chance to relive the choices that destroyed them.
Or perhaps it was punishment — forcing him to face the woman he had loved, both innocent and fallen, in the same lifetime.


9) Racing Against Memories

By the time he reached Marlen Tower, forty minutes had passed. He was late — perhaps deliberately so. The city lights blurred through his windshield like streaks of gold and regret. Each second carried the weight of the past seven years — of betrayal, devotion, and exhaustion.
He didn’t know what awaited him there — forgiveness, confrontation, or another illusion — but this was Chance One.


10) The Beginning of the End

The elevator doors reflected his face — older, colder, but strangely calm.
Behind him, in the tinted glass, he almost saw her reflection — the nineteen-year-old Agnes, clutching her hands together, silently following.
In the world’s eyes, she was long dead, replaced by fame and vanity. But perhaps, somewhere deep within, that girl still existed.
Frank stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.
The doors slid shut with a quiet hiss — the sound of a man walking back into the past he thought he’d buried.
And so began the promise of three chances — the line between love and ruin drawn once more.

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