Until The Last Day Novel

Chapter 24 1288 Wouchers Chapter 24 Lorenzo's POV I watched as she frantically zipped up her bag, then tossed the whole thing onto the back seat as if it were a hot potato. I locked the car doors and all the windows. Aria froze, a forced smile wobbling on her lips. She curled against the door as if metal could protect her. "What's wrong?" she said in a small, pretending voice. "Are your eyes acting up again?" I tapped the folder on the passenger seat and kept my voice flat, like I was reading minutes at a meeting. "Do these look familiar?" She followed my hand with eyes that went wide.

"W-what is that?" "Printouts. Pictures. Chats." I said. Her smile died completely. She tried to laugh it off and failed. "You're scaring me, Lorenzo. What-what do you mean?" I copied her innocent tone back at her. "My eyes didn't start bothering me until I saw those transcripts. Did yours?" She stilled, then put on a smile that was all teeth. "No, of course not,' she said too quickly. "You are right. I should have known what kind of person you are." Her voice broke. Her face changed in a second; the pretense collapsed. "Lorenzo, I didn't do anything.

Claire-Claire killed herself." 0.00% FMI 11.55 Chapter 24 17 288 Nouchers I let the sentence hang between us. "I know she killed herself," I said. "But that doesn't make you clean. If you hadn't kept pushing, if you hadn't kept showing these things, she wouldn't have relapsed. She wouldn't have died." Aria's hands clenched the suitcase handle so hard her knuckles shone white. "That's not true! I didn't know. I didn't know she was this sensitive. I never meant for any of this to happen. I only wanted you." "You only wanted me," I echoed, slow as a verdict.

"You wanted me enough to shove a wedge between us. You sent pictures, made her feel depressed again, and you didn't think about what that would do. Claire' s depression was in remission. She had fought for that peace for months. Why would it flare up in November unless-?" "Unless what?" she snapped. didn't "Unless someone pulled at a loose thread," I said. "Photos. Messages. Little things that pushed her back to the edge. Don't tell me you know." Aria's face collapsed into pleading. "I swear I swear I didn't know she was depressed again. I didn't know she'd fall.

I was selfish, yes, but I wasn't trying to kill her. I wanted you. I wanted-please, believe me this one time." I watched her mouth move and the words sounded like a script rehearsed to survive. The thing that finally killed me wasn't whether she had meant harm. It was that she could give a clean reason, and it sounded like a way to escape. From the moment I read the messages, the part of me that wanted to believe her died. All I felt then was cold, tidy certainty: she would say anything to save herself. "I don't believe you anymore," I said.

11.55 Chapter 24 11 288 Vouchers She made a small, raw sound. "Lorenzo-please don't do this. Don't turn this into something you can't fix. I didn't-" I had nothing left to fix with words. I had pages and timestamps and a pile of proof Claire had left in her drawer. Proof meant nothing to her excuse now. Proof had already been proof for days in my head. Without another word I started the engine. My hand found the accelerator and I pushed down. The car rolled, the taillights retreating from the town lights, and then the houses fell away.

"Where are you taking me?" she said, panic sharp in her voice. "You will soon find out." I answered. She grabbed at the seatbelt and fumbled it on. It clicked wrong. I didn't stop. The road narrowed. The map blurred into a dark ribbon. The engine's hum matched the rhythm of my heart. Gravel popped under the tires. Wind pressed against the windows. "Lorenzo, please, this is insane," she cried. "I'm telling you the truth. Claire and I-she never said anything to me. She was laughing when I saw her. I would never-" The lane took a sharp bend. The car skidded.

Aria, still partly unbuckled, lurched forward. The angle of the window met her temple with a clean crack. There was a brittle, torrible sound-metal and skin- and then hot wet on her cheek. She screamed. High and broken. I slammed the wheel, the car shuddered to a stop. For a moment I simply watched the blood dripping down her face. Her hands were on the wound, trying to press it closed, blood seeping through her fingers. 52.96% 1155 Chapter 24 288 Vouchers I released the steering wheel, leaned across, and pulled her back into the seat.

I pinned her there with my body so she couldn't throw herself out or hit the broken glass again. "If I had told you the truth," I said, quiet and ugly, "maybe I could have let you go quick. Maybe I could have spared her the slow death. Maybe I could have spared myself." She spat words between ragged breaths. "You're crazy. I told you. I didn't know anything about her depression. I swear." Her voice was desperate; blood ran down her neck. She tried to twist free, still trying to escape. The anger inside me snapped loose like a wire. I hit her across the face. The slap landed hard and sharp.

Aria's head jerked. Blood smeared across her cheek from the temple wound. She cried out and pressed her palm to the side of her head where my hand had slapped and the other wound bled through. "Die together," I shouted, the words ripping out of me. "You and Claire -die together." J 1155 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.

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