Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 603: His Call (Extra Story)

Aurora was applying a face mask when she saw Alexander’s name flash on her phone screen. Her heart pounded violently. She let out a bitter laugh—so her heart wasn’t completely dead after all.

She tore off the mask and answered the call.

"Aurora... it’s me..." Alexander’s voice was lower than usual, no longer carrying the coldness it once did.

Aurora hesitated. Why was he calling her out of the blue?

"Yeah, I’m here," she said bitterly, her eyes slightly misty. She no longer expected anything from him, but remembering his past cruelty and indifference, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sorrow.

"I’m sorry... Aurora, I misunderstood you... I’m so sorry!" Alexander’s voice trembled with emotion, as if he didn’t know where to begin.

Aurora froze. He was apologizing? Had she heard that right?

"My classmate’s girlfriend accidentally recorded a conversation between you and Everett," Alexander continued, his voice shaking. "That’s how I realized I was wrong all along. I should’ve believed you. I’m sorry for thinking the worst of you..."

Aurora pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say.

She simply listened in silence, but a sense of relief washed over her.

So, he finally believed her.

But why... why did she feel so little joy? Why was there no excitement in hearing his voice anymore?

She had thought she’d be happy, but the sorrow in her heart had already drowned out any thrill. Aurora could never forget the way Alexander had looked at her the night before—mocking and utterly heartless.

He had watched Isaiah slap her across the face and drag her into a private room, yet he did nothing.

That kind of hurt, that kind of silence, had already shattered her last bit of hope.

"Aurora, I’m really sorry... I want to be with you, but my mother is forcing me to marry Peyton. Please, wait for me, okay?"

Alexander’s voice dropped even lower. Aurora let out a soft "oh."

"Alexander... I know your mother never liked me, but whether we should get back together... I need time to think about it. You should deal with your mother first."

Her voice was light, as if carried away by the wind, weak and exhausted.

Truthfully, she didn’t know if she had the strength to be with Alexander again. Because... even though Everett had cleared her name, the fact remained that something had happened between them.

If Alexander ever found out, would he hate her just as much as he had this time?

"Aurora... I’m sorry! Please wait for me, okay? Yes, I was with Peyton, but deep down, it was only to make you jealous!"

Alexander’s voice was filled with bitterness. He could sense that something between them had changed—that the easy harmony they once shared was gone.

"Let’s talk about this another time," Aurora said quietly.

"...Did anything happen to you last night?"

Aurora curled her lips into a mocking smile. Did he really think she was fine? Isaiah’s slap had left a faint swelling on her cheek even now.

But more than Isaiah’s actions, it was Alexander’s indifference that hurt her the most.

His coldness, his cruelty—it had crushed her completely.

Even if she had betrayed him, seven years of love was gone in an instant. He had erased it without hesitation, and calling the police would have been easy, but he didn’t.

"I’m fine..."

At that moment, Aurora felt nothing but disappointment. Those three words slipped from her lips with chilling indifference.

"I’m sorry... I should have stood up for you..."

"It’s in the past. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now."

Aurora no longer wanted to continue the conversation. She didn’t even know what else to say.

The man she had once loved the most was now just an ex. They had once talked for hours on end, but now, her mind was blank—there was nothing left to say.

"Alright... rest well. I’ll find time to see you."

Alexander sounded relieved, maybe thinking she had forgiven him.

Aurora hung up. The faint fragrance of the face mask lingered in the air.

Eleanor walked over, patting her shoulder. "Don’t think too much about it."

"Alexander just called," Aurora said, looking at Eleanor. "He said he misunderstood me and wants to get back together... but his mother won’t allow it."

Eleanor—her manager, but also someone she deeply respected—listened in silence.

A virtuous and upright elder can be both a guiding light and a confidant, sparing Aurora from taking so many detours in life.

Eleanor frowned. "I don’t have much faith in Alexander. You were together for seven years, yet when you were forced by Everett, he refused to believe you..."

Aurora lowered her gaze, biting her lip, sadness welling in her heart.

It seemed like this was the end for her and Alexander. Even if they met again, they would be nothing more than ordinary friends.

"He’s too impulsive and easily manipulated, don’t you think?"

Eleanor asked softly. Aurora nodded. She had already confided in Eleanor about Peyton before, venting her frustrations to ease her burden.

"That’s why he’s not the right person for you in the long run. You’re in the music industry—scandals are inevitable. Even if you have no intention of being involved, journalists love to fabricate stories. If another suggestive rumor comes up and he refuses to believe you, you’ll just end up fighting, breaking up, and hurting each other again," Eleanor said gently.

"Of course, there are exceptions. I’m not saying this is a certainty, but the odds are about 80%."

Aurora felt suffocated. Alexander really was too impulsive, too easily manipulated.

"Let’s take it one step at a time. If he can persuade his mother, we’ll talk. If she doesn’t approve, there’s no way I can be happy with him anyway," Aurora said, exhausted.

"Alright, let’s put this marriage business aside for now. Get some rest. In a few days, we’ll send over some new songs and lyrics for you to choose from," Eleanor said with a warm smile.

Aurora nodded, saying nothing more. She had no desire to continue the conversation.

She reapplied her face mask, then washed up, applied toner, and completed her skincare routine. As usual, she walked over to the window to draw the curtains before bed.

She glanced outside by chance—and suddenly, under the streetlight at the entrance, she saw a man standing there, smoking.

Even from this distance, she could see the faint glow of his cigarette flickering. The man lifted his head, and Aurora panicked, quickly pulling the curtains shut, blocking out his gaze.

Leaning against the wall, she patted her chest. Her heart was pounding so fast it felt like it might leap out of her chest.

That man... it had to be Everett.

Damn it. Why was he here again?

Did he really think that waiting like this, staring at her, would earn her forgiveness and acceptance?

Dream on.

Aurora fumed, resentment and frustration boiling inside her. She lay in bed, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t fall asleep.

For some reason, fleeting images flashed through her mind—Everett’s face appearing along with them.

She forced herself to stop thinking, grabbed her phone, and played mobile games until her eyelids grew too heavy to stay open.

Downstairs.

Everett leaned against the streetlamp. Passersby couldn’t help but glance his way. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, flanked by two bodyguards and an assistant, he was clearly a man of status.