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Her Royal Life 4

Her Royal Life 4
The nineteen-year-old version of Agnes shed another tear. 

“So tomorrow night… she’ll regret it.” 

Neither of us expected that the twenty-seven-year-old Agnes would truly appear on the beach. She came, but not to keep our promise. 

“Frank, you actually followed me here? Are you spying on me? You’re pathetic!” 

The beach we once chose for my proposal was now covered in roses, with fireworks arranged behind them in a dazzling display. 

And at the center of the blossoms stood the twenty-seven-year-old Agnes. Even when she saw me, she did not let go of Nicholas’s hand. 

“Your three chances are over, Agnes.” 

I murmured softly, while beside me, the nineteen-year-old Agnes clutched my arm in despair. 

“Frank, please don’t… Maybe she prepared this for you. Let’s go see, all right?” 

Her voice trembled on the edge of pleading. 

But the twenty-seven-year-old’s voice was cold as ice. 

“Frank, get over here!” 

I turned my head, gave the younger her a gentle look, then stepped forward. 

The moment I did, the older her lashed out. 

“Frank, what more do you want? You stole Nicholas’s watch, and I let that go. Now I arrange a fireworks show by the sea to make it up to him, and you want to ruin it too?” 

I shrugged lightly. 

“Not at all. I just came to watch the fireworks. If you don’t mind, bring me two chairs.” 

My indifference left her momentarily speechless. 

I ignored her after that, leading the tearful nineteen-year-old to the side and sitting down with her. I whispered words of comfort, but her sobs would not stop. 

Seeing that I made no further scene, the twenty-seven-year-old finally relaxed. She even clung to Nicholas openly, whispering sweet nothings in his arms. 

I felt nothing. I only held the younger Agnes’s cold little hand more tightly. 

Time slipped into the deep of night. 

As Valentine’s Day drew to its close, the fireworks bloomed against the sky. 

Beneath the cascading light, I drew from my pocket the ring I had prepared long ago. Dropping to one knee, I whispered tenderly to the nineteen-year-old before me, “Agnes, will you marry me?” 

She covered her mouth, tears spilling. “You… you’d still marry me?” 

“Of course. I will always love the version of you standing before me now.” 

I looked into her eyes with absolute sincerity, the starlight in them my eternal devotion. 

I don’t know how long it took before she finally nodded hard and extended her left hand. 

“Frank, I will. I will.” 

Smiling, my heart overflowing with joy, I gently took her hand. 

Just as I was about to slip the ring onto her finger… 

The clock struck midnight. 

The nineteen-year-old Agnes dissolved into countless motes of starlight, vanishing completely before my eyes. 

I could no longer hold back my tears. 

“Goodbye, my dearest Agnes.” 

At that moment, Nicholas’s voice rang abruptly behind me. 

“Agnes, Frank looks so pitiful. Kneeling here all alone—who’s he even proposing to? How much happier I am with you by my side.” 

I turned to see Nicholas, at some point, had brought Agnes to stand behind me. From where she could not see, his face was twisted with mockery. 

And yet Agnes herself was weeping, her tears streaming down her face.

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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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