Until The Last Day Novel

Chapter 13 288 Vouchers Chapter 13 Lorenzo's POV I had a very long dream that felt like an entire lifetime. In that dream, I was four years old again. The summer light was soft, and cicadas screamed outside the window. I saw the family moving into the house next door. Among the boxes and voices, a little girl with a ponytail stood beside her mother. She was three months younger than me. She looked quiet at first, shy almost, but there was fire in her eyes. She noticed me staring and smiled first. That girl was Claire. From that day on, she grabbed my sleeve and pulled me to play.

She loved the swing most. She always wanted me to push her harder. "Higher," she'd say. "I want to fly up to the sky." She used half her pocket money every week to buy two packs of sour gummies and would share one with me without thinking. When we got scolded together, she always stepped forward to take the blame alone. She was like that from the beginning. Brave. Loyal. Soft-hearted yet fierce inside. She was the center of my childhood world. We grew up side by side, through scraped knees, school projects, crushes, exams.

She became the teenager who waited outside debate rooms with my backpack. I became the boy who saved the best seat for 0.00% 11.50 Chapter 13 288 Vouchers her during assemblies. We studied in the same library booth through SAT winters, promising we'd go to Harvard together, and we did. We became each other's best friend, first love, dream, habit. We went from childhood friends to lovers, from lovers to husband and wife. She once had a future full of infinite possibilities. She could have chosen any life. But she chose me.

And on our wedding day, with all our families and friends watching, I vowed that I would love only her for the rest of my life. I once believed that was the ending. The fairytale. The happily ever after. But real life wasn't like that. Marriage didn't freeze time or guarantee warmth. Day after day, the weight of responsibility, guilt, routine, silence, all those things ate away at us. The love that felt like it could last forever became fragile, became dull, became lost between breaths and unspoken loneliness. I watched Claire's happiness dim, slowly.

I watched despair grow in the space I created by turning away. I wasn't able to prevent any of it. I wasn't able to prevent catastrophe before. I couldn't save Claire's parents when their plane went down. I couldn't restore her health after the accident. I couldn't even stand my own guilt and cowardice enough to protect her last bit of dignity. My heart rotted under the weight of reality. And the person I loved most slipped away from me inch by inch. The story wasn't supposed to end here. But this dream, a lifetime inside my head, ended abruptly. Chapter 13 285 Wouchers!

When I opened my eyes again, the world was white and blurry. The ceiling looked unfamiliar. My throat burned. My head felt heavy. My mother was there beside me. She looked older overnight. her hair tangled, eyes swollen red with fear and exhaustion. She saw my eyes open and leaned over my bed. I realized I didn't even know where I was. Instinctively, I whispered: "...Mom?" My voice was dry and weak, and pain tore through my throat like glass. But instead of comforting me, she grabbed my arm, trembling violently.

She turned her head toward the police officer who stood nearby, and with a voice that sounded like it came from a place deeper than heartbreak, she asked: "Is it true? Is Claire dead?" Her voice cracked on the word dead. I froze. My mind lagged behind reality for a moment. My body felt like it wasn't mine, like I was waking up inside someone else's nightmare. "I... I don't know..." I replied, the words falling out before I could catch them. My mother broke down instantly. "How could you not know?!" she screamed, voice sharp and shattering.

"How could you possibly NOT know whether your wife is dead?! How dare you not KNOW?" 55.25% 11.50 78.78% Chapter 13 1288 (Vouchers Her accusations weren't just words, they were knives. They pierced the last fragile wall my mind was hiding behind. At that moment, every memory I temporarily forgot in my blackout came rushing back like a violent tide. The police station. The confession. The confirmation from Switzerland. The realization that Claire had been preparing her own ending for months. My own body collapsing under unbearable grief.

I remembered the suffocating despair right before everything went dark. I remembered feeling pain radiating from everywhere, my chest, my lungs, my head as if my body was tearing itself apart from the inside. I remembered crashing into the floor. I remembered choking on air. I remembered screaming but barely hearing any sound come out. Now I was awake again. And nothing had changed. Claire was still gone. My mother still shook me like she was trying to bring me back to a world where I could answer differently. And my heart was still split open. The dream had ended. Reality had returned.

And it was even crueler. D 11.51 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.