CHAPTER 084KAIDEN’S POVHe was back.Alive. Breathing. Walking.And somehow, still stealing the air from my lungs the way he always did.Alan.The man I killed with my own hands.The man who should’ve stayed six feet under.No one should know I killed him.Especially not Freya.If he gets to her, if he even whispers the right words, she’ll believe him.And once she believe… everything unravels.No. I can’t allow that.I have to get closer, closer than ever. She needs to see me as the only safe place she has left. I’ll remind her of what we have, make her feel something real. She doesn’t need Alan’s ghost. She needs me.I’ll lock every door if I have to.I found her near the front gates, smiling politely as she bid the family goodbye. The golden light from the chandeliers spilled over her hair and she looked so distant, so far away from me already.My blood boiled.Before she could turn, I was already behind her. My hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist, pulling her back. She gas
CHAPTER 083KAIDEN’S POVThe morning light crawled across the room, slipping through the curtains and falling on her face.She was still asleep, her cheek pressed against my chest, breathing softly like she used to years ago before everything between us started to crumble.I missed seeing her face this way so much I didn't dare move and just enjoyed the view.For a while, I didn’t move.Just watched her.Watched the rise and fall of her chest, the slight frown that always appeared when she dreamed. She looked peaceful. Mine.It was almost funny last night at the party when she was trembling, angry, distant, and now she slept in my arms like nothing happened.Like she belonged there.I brushed a strand of damp hair from her forehead and smiled faintly.She came back to me. She always does.I don’t know what kind of game Alan is playing, but it doesn’t matter anymore. He’s not going to get to her this time.He’s not going to ruin what I rebuilt.Freya’s mine. This family is mine.And I’
Chapter 082POV KAIDENHe's not a ghost since everyone can see him but that's not right since he died, I saw his dead body.And it isn't even the worst part of my surprise when I literally killed him... With my own hands.My eyes darted to Freya and I saw her rushing towards the male bathroom, she was running.I hurried after her and grab her wrist, pulling her back and I expected her to be crying or being terrible but instead she looked happy which was weird because she loved him the most."We need to talk." I initiated the conversation and she didn't refuse it."Oh good, I had something to ask you too."********"Did you drink a lot?" I said, handing her the coffee cup from the kitchen counter before pouring her a warm tea."Is this hot?" "It's not."She stirred the tea with the crystal spoon before looking back at me."You don't look surprised."She studied my expression for a while before placing the cup on the counter."You thought I’d break down? That I’d die a second time just
CHAPTER 081POV FREYATHE GUILT WE CREATE The party was bigger than I thought.Gold and white ribbons hung from the ceiling, the chandeliers glowed brighter than usual, and every table was covered in fresh roses. Grandma sat at the far end, laughing with a nurse beside her, and my heart softened just seeing how happy she looked.Bibi’s hand slipped out of mine the moment we walked in. She spun in a slow circle, her pink dress brushing her knees, eyes darting everywhere like she was lost in a dream.“Mom, it’s so shiny here,” she whispered.“I know, baby. Grandma deserves it,” I smiled, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.We greeted a few relatives, and I tried to settle into the rhythm of things, but the atmosphere was loud, overwhelming, almost too grand for what it should’ve been. It felt like people came here to show off, not to celebrate.And maybe that’s why I didn’t notice when Bibi disappeared.I turned, and she was gone.My heart jumped to my throat. I scanned the ta
CHAPTER 080POV FREYAI left home earlier than the planned time and I kept convincing myself that I wasn't nervous, that a dead man couldn't possibly just show up.But I was scared, the fact that it might be true scared me.I sat at the corner of the cafe, my hands wrapped too tightly around my bag. The smell of coffee and cinnamon made my stomach twist. Every time the door opened, my heart jumped, then sank again.I told myself it wouldn’t be him. It couldn’t be. People don’t just come back from the dead.I glanced at my phone again.Blueridge Cafe. 5 PM. I’ll explain everything.Whoever sent that had to be a scammer. Maybe someone who knew my past, someone cruel enough to use his name.But then the door opened again.And there he was.A dead man.He stood by the entrance, scanning the room, his hand fisting once, punching his palm just like he always did when he was nervous. The gesture made my throat tighten painfully.My purse slipped from my hand and hit the floor. The sound made
Chapter 079POV FREYAGRANDMA'S treatment home was quieter than I remembered. The kind of quiet that comes with old piano music echoing faintly down the hallway and the gentle hum of nurses talking in low voices. The scent of chamomile tea and disinfectant mixed strangely in the air.She was by the window again, her silver hair pinned up neatly, her floral blanket tucked around her knees. She was staring outside, humming something I almost recognized, an old lullaby she used to sing to me when I was small.“Grandma,” I said softly.She turned slowly, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. “Freya, darling.” Her voice trembled but still held that familiar warmth that always made me feel seven years old again. “You came.”I smiled and kissed her forehead. “Of course I did. You think I’d forget you?”She chuckled faintly. “Oh, people forget a lot of things at my age.”"Well I'm not your age." She smiled.I pulled up a chair beside her and sat down. “How are you feeling today?”“Oh, the nur