My Last Gift To My Ex: A Bomb Novel

Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Kael walked over, his face cold. The second he saw Nadia collapsed on the ground, bleeding, something flickered in his eyes. Almost like pity. Nadia clutched the two broken urns, staring up at him in despair. "Kael, they're already dead. Why won't you just leave them alone?" Before he could answer, Vivian rushed over and looped her arm through his. "Kael, it's my fault. My poor dog died in the fireworks, remember? You told me to pick a spot to bury him. I thought this was abandoned land. No one ever came here.

I didn't know it was Levi's and Nadia's mother's grave." She stepped forward, reaching out like she was going to help Nadia up. "Nadia, it's all my mistake. Don't blame Kael." Nadia looked at that fake, sugary face, hatred practically spilling out of her eyes. "I don't need your fake sympathy." Before Nadia's hand could even get near her, Vivian let out a sharp cry and fell backward. Right before she hit the muddy puddle, Kael stepped forward and caught her. Then he shot a dark look at Nadia. "Nadia, Vivian didn't mean it. Do you have to be so aggressive?" Nadia let out a bitter laugh.

"A 'didn't mean it' excuse for digging up graves to bury a dog?" Vivian leaned into Kael's chest, tears streaming down her face. "My dog wasn't just an animal... He was my family. My baby." Kael looked down at her pitiful expression, his face softening. Then he turned back to Nadia, cold again. "It's just a piece of land. Your mom's already dead. What does it matter where she's buried?" Nadia's head snapped up. She couldn't believe those words just came out of his mouth. "And our son?

He was your own flesh and blood!" Her voice was raw with anger, but Kael didn't even glance at the urns in her arms. His face stayed blank. "He was my child. He wouldn't care about something this small. It's just a burial plot," He turned to the workers nearby. "Since Vivian likes this spot, give it to her." Nadia froze, staring at him with bloodshot eyes. "Kael, you can't do this to me!" She tried to rush forward, but his men pinned her to the ground.

"Kael, what did my mom and son ever do to you to deserve this?" 12:29 My Last Gift To My Ex: A Bomb 19.2% Chapter 6 Her screams mixed with the thunder. Her face was drenched-she didn't know if it was rain or tears anymore. Nadia didn't remember how she got home. That night, she fell into a high fever, drifting in and out for days before she could barely get out of bed. When she finally felt a little better, she got ready to go out and apply for a passport. But the second she reached the door, she saw Vivian coming back arm-in-arm with Kael.

The moment Vivian spotted her, she grabbed Nadia's arm warmly. "Nadia, there's a charity gala tonight. They specifically invited Kael. Come with us." Nadia tried to pull away, but Kael grabbed her arm directly. "Vivian's in a good mood. Don't ruin it." Not wanting trouble this close to leaving, Nadia nodded reluctantly. Before the gala, there was an auction. All donated items. Nadia had no interest. But when she was about to leave, Vivian grabbed her arm. "Nadia, leaving already? I think you'll be very interested in the next item." Nadia frowned, confused.

Then the auctioneer's voice echoed from the stage. "Next item-a Mourning Locket, said to bring blessings and peace. Starting price: fifteen thousand dollars." When that Locket appeared on the display stand, Vivian leaned close to her ear, whispering. "Nadia, that locket contains some of your mother's ashes. I had someone collect them from the crematorium before the burial.

Aren't you curious who's going to end up with it?" (0) 600 (0) 12:29 My Last Gift To My Ex: A Bomb 21.2% Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella's storytelling style is immersive and addictive-perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.