My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 183

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Fiona cared little for royal pastimes, yet Marcus himself intrigued her. If she could feign an injury during the contest, she might rest at the sidelines–close enough to speak with Marcus while others galloped by.

Among the three princes, she would wager on the quiet, overlooked third son; still, she needed a hint of his feelings before staking everything.

On the road back to the estate, a vendor’s shout drifted over the crowd. “Why is Serenity Towers buzzing today?”

Someone answered from a doorway, energy bright in his voice. “Ms. Isabella reserved the entire building and invited Duchess Zonfrillo.”

Curiosity flickered through Fiona.

Isabella had once dismissed Soren and eloped with her sweetheart; by rights, Penelope should resent her. Why, then, did the duchess meet her with such grace?

Her question barely formed before Penelope and Isabella appeared, descending Serenity Towers‘ lacquered staircase–one serene as moonlight, the other pale and anxious.

Isabella clasped her hands, voice quavering. “Duchess Zonfrillo, please, speak to Lord Soren for me once more.”

Life with the man she had run away for left her haunted by memories of Soren; only now did she realize her childhood affection had faded and something deeper had taken its place.

Penelope’s smile cooled like frost settling over still water. “This is beyond my power now. Do not torment yourself, Isabella. You and Soren shared a moment, not a destiny. Let it go.”

Someone–perhaps guided more by nostalgia than good sense–had returned hoping yesterday’s love might still taste sweet.

Yet when the past carried Soren’s name, every blade of that old grass turned unexpectedly sharp. Rekindling what once burned demanded far more than an easy apology.

Penelope remained exactly who she had always been–imperious, proud, and perfectly aware

of her own worth.

With her curiosity finally sated, Fiona let the carriage curtain fall, retreating into the hush behind the embroidered silk.

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That year winter hurried in ahead of schedule. Before autumn’s last russet leaves had finished their descent, a downy avalanche of snow blanketed the capital.

The road leading back to Sweetbriar Academy vanished beneath the white, every familiar cobblestone softened into a silent curve of ice.

When Fiona finally reached the academy, she was half an hour late–an eternity when examinations loomed.

The mathematics test crept closer each day, stretching the air inside the lecture halls as tight as harp strings.

Rivalries paused. Whenever a question could be shared, every lady offered help without hesitation.

Fiona and Lydia Linley were bent over a slate, whispering through proofs, when Mindy’s bright voice sliced through the tension.

“If we keep driving ourselves mad, what’s the point of snow on the ground?” she asked, laughter in every syllable. Tomorrow, let’s sneak off to Frostenden Mountain. The first snowfall isn’t even that cold. It would be the perfect little holiday.

Lydia brushed a loose strand behind her ear, already dreaming of open sky. “If we’re allowed, that sounds wonderful,” she said. “Naomi, do you think we can reach the peak again this year?”

Naomi’s brows gathered, doubt clouding her usually serene face. “The snow has stopped already,” she murmured. “If we wait past tomorrow, the view may lose its magic, and I won’t see Harriet or Soren for the next two days.”

Disappointment drifted around the circle like a cold gust, yet there was nothing else to be

done.

That same evening, Fiona received a note from Harriet inviting her to view the snow. Her brother Vincent had vanished again, whereabouts unknown.

After a moment of silent debate, she ordered her cloak and slipped out of the estate.

Harriet greeted her at the gate, cheeks pink from the cold and eyes sparkling. “Lord Soren wants your company in the snow,” she said with a teasing smile.

Fiona had guessed as much and answered only with a quiet nod.

Harriet hesitated, fingers twisting the fringe of her muff. “Your brother…”

Fiona lifted an eyebrow, waiting.

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“It’s nothing,” Harriet said at last. Her smile stayed warm, yet something unreadable flickered in her eyes before the subject fell away.

The wooden lodge high on Frostenden Mountain looked exactly as it had a year ago— weather–scarred beams, shuttered windows, silence thick as velvet.

Outside, the Reverie Tree had chosen this night to bloom again, petals the color of sunrise daring the vast, colorless snow to ignore them.

Fiona, however, was no longer the girl who had first climbed this slope; every step now echoed against a very different heart.

Inside, a wave of heat washed over her. Someone had lit the stove early, and instead of sandalwood, the air carried the gentle sweetness of gardenia.

Soren glanced her way. The cold had painted her nose bright crimson; even her ears glowed. She rubbed her palms together, trying not to shiver.

Without a word, Fiona knelt before the low writing desk and began leafing through the books he kept here.

“Why so quiet tonight?” After a long silence, his low voice finally filled the room.

Fiona lifted her gaze, met his eyes for the briefest heartbeat, then lowered it to the open volume in her lap. The message was clear enough–she was here to read, nothing more.

Soren let the silence stretch before he asked, “You’ve been calling at the Thankerton Estate rather often of late. When did you and Roxanne become such intimates?”

Fiona, whose rapport with Roxanne had never been poor, replied with composure, “I seek her guidance in the numerical arts.”

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