All Chapters of Leaving You Bereft: Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

Separated by a pane of transparent glass, Dexter stared at Jessica silently. A cold light flashed across his eyes, as though he wished he could kill her on the spot.It turned out that the truth was ironic. Just because Jessica wanted to marry him, she'd orchestrated a car accident and played the part of the savior. However, she'd miscalculated and ended up ruining herself.What a joke. When she was lying on the operating table with tears streaming down her face, he'd held her hand tightly, vowing to stay by her side for life.At that time, Eleanor had been waiting for his return. She'd been hesitating, thinking about how to tell him she wanted a future with him. She was dreaming of a beautiful life together.Dexter's gaze slowly shifted to Eleanor's face. Now, his eyes were filled with longing and pleading, hoping for her to forgive him, but her expression remained calm and detached.Jessica shook her head in disbelief. "Eleanor, don't you care anymore?"The night was still and

The Summers family had stubbornly refused to divorce. They were clinging to the goal of obtaining the villa as a wedding home for Nathaniel.Dexter had both the power and means to deal with them. A week later, Nathaniel and his parents were all suspended from work.At his workplace, Nathaniel's superior looked at him with a heavy heart. "Nathaniel, it's good for a young man to have ambition, and wanting a better life isn't wrong. But we have to earn it with our own hands."We can't rely on shady shortcuts. Go home and think carefully about why you've been suspended. I can't say much, but let me remind you. Did you offend someone powerful lately?"Nathaniel's usually refined expression twisted with frustration. He knew perfectly well that this was Dexter's doing. The Zieglers had influence, so dealing with them was as easy as breathing.When Nathaniel returned home, Jessica was lying lazily on the sofa, chatting on the phone. She'd found someone new to sleep with. She'd figured tha

No. That was Eleanor's answer. How could she possibly agree?It wasn't that she hated him, but to her, there was no point. Michael was ill, and with so many children at home, she could hire help or stay up late if needed. She didn't want to accept any more favors from the Zieglers.She had refused the shares Dexter had offered, as well as the money Tyler and Karen and sent. She returned them all to the Zieglers. After everything, she wanted no more ties with them.A faint smile rose on her lips. It wasn't one of relief, but resignation.The housekeeper who had accompanied her sensed something was off, and she recognized the man as Maisie's father. Quietly, she pushed the cart toward the checkout, giving space to the two former lovers.Eleanor didn't linger. She left first, ready to get in the car. Dexter didn't follow her. She sat down in the back seat, her expression unreadable as she stared blankly out at the blinding sun.After a while, the housekeeper returned with two bags,

The bread that Dexter made was truly awful. In the end, the cook had to prepare another set of dishes.After dinner, Dexter didn't leave right away. Instead, he stayed and played two rounds of chess with Michael. Eleanor tried to dissuade them. After all, Michael wasn't in the best of health.However, he waved her off, insisting on finishing two rounds.The moon hung high in the sky. Michael didn't make it to the second round. After the first game, he leaned back against the sofa and fell asleep.Layla tiptoed over and covered him with a light blanket. She turned to Dexter and whispered, "Since he's asleep, let's not wake him. He always coughs badly at night. It's better for him to sleep and suffer less."The affection in her words was palpable. Dexter listened quietly, then picked up the chess pieces one by one.As he stood up, it began pouring outside. The tree branches swayed wildly in the wind and rain, looking like they might snap off at any second.Behind him, Michael's br

Eleanor froze for a moment. Then, she understood what was going on.Michael had left.She grasped his gradually cooling hand tightly, pressing her cheek against his chest. Tears slid down her face. How she wished she could feel his warmth, his heartbeat, his voice, and his smile, just one more time.The sunset from the night before was his last. So was the chess match he played with Dexter.If she had known, she would've cut him a plate of fruit and smiled at him one more time.If she had known, she would've brought Sawyer and Tina along to keep him company, so that the final moments of his life would not feel lonely.With her face pressed against his chest, Eleanor whispered, "Michael, are you still here? Where are you now? Did you go check on Sawyer and Tina? They must be sleeping so soundly."Michael, do you know that you've changed a lot? When we first got engaged, you weren't like this at all."Back then, you were confident and proud. You'd never wanted others living in yo