Phoebe Ainsworth listened to the dial tone buzzing from the receiver, her reddened fingertips clenching tight. Her brightly polished nails dug into her palms, her expression a mixture of discontent and confusion.
The number she was dialing was Ethan Grant's private one, known by very few people. She only knew it because they had once been on the verge of marriage.
She had assumed that Ethan keeping the same phone number all these years meant he still held a place for her in his heart. She never imagined he wouldn't even recognize her voice.
'Could it be that Ethan has already forgotten me?'
Phoebe Ainsworth refused to believe it. She kept dialing.
She knew he harbored resentment, but she was willing to make it up to him. All she asked for was a chance.
With that thought in mind, Phoebe Ainsworth continued to dial, tucking a strand of silky hair behind her ear in a gesture that was both casual and elegant.
