All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Night fell over the small town inn."Dr. Vale, is she really okay? Her headaches have been getting more frequent lately, and sometimes she even has auditory hallucinations. When it gets severe, she passes out. Can altitude sickness really be this serious?"Zachary anxiously questioned the Marosian doctor who was checking Marisol's pulse at the bedside.Evren Vale shook his head and stood up. He took some smoldering herbs from the medicine box he carried with him, placed them in the round holder at the head of the bed, and lit them. Ethereal smoke drifted upward, filling the air with a lingering fragrance.After lighting the herbs, he finally spoke to Zachary. "She'll be fine. This isn't just altitude sickness; it's an old condition that's been dormant for a long time."The altitude sickness is just bringing the problem to the surface, but it's actually pushing things in a positive direction. Once she wakes up this time, she'll be better."Zachary was stunned, feeling somewhat con

Another burst of fireworks shot into the sky, and Marisol heard Lucian's voice exploding in her ears along with the colorful display."Hold me, Marisol. Please hold me. I'm so tired."She couldn't identify the emotion coursing through her. Was it fear? Instinct? Or perhaps the lessons carved deep into her bones?Was it simply that she felt too lonely on this New Year's Eve?Her already confused mind couldn't distinguish between them. Slowly, Marisol turned around.Her hands gently cupped his face as the colorful light from the fireworks illuminated his already exquisite features, making them even more radiant. His brows and eyes flickered with a vulnerability he'd never shown before. The brilliant reflections of exploding fireworks shimmered in his tear-filled eyes.They were fragmented and heartbreakingly beautiful, impossible to look away from.She lowered her head until their foreheads touched. They were wordless for a long moment. Time seemed to stand still.Eventually, Mar

Lucian's words suddenly became foreign. They pierced Marisol's heart like a sharp blade. The pain cut straight through her as blood rushed to her head, making her violently nauseous.She rushed into the restroom, vomiting until her face turned pale. Her entire body was shaking like a leaf.A nurse noticed and quickly found a doctor. After learning about her situation, they gave her medication and had her rest on an available hospital bed. They warned her not to get upset again.Marisol lay on the hospital bed in a daze. The entire day felt surreal, as if she were floating through someone else's nightmare. Those tender, peaceful moments they'd shared now seemed like nothing more than an illusion that had finally cracked apart.Her phone at the bedside never stopped buzzing, and she knew it was her parents messaging her even without looking. They were still demanding she drop out of school and come home to get married. They were practically driving her to her death.Everyone was pre

She knew her younger self would always be there. Marisol watched until the teenager's silhouette faded completely away.The darkness around her dissolved, replaced by a cool breeze and a canopy of brilliant stars overhead. She began to laugh, tilting her head back to keep the tears from falling.The galaxy stretched endlessly above her. She couldn't help but spread her arms wide, breathing in the free, crisp air as laughter bubbled up from deep within.She ran across the scattered mountain stones, her deep crimson Marosian robes billowing in the wind like flames against the starlit sky. She looked vivid and alive. She was like a phoenix blazing with fierce joy.Her spirit soared as she laughed with pure delight, the sound turning to tears of overwhelming happiness."I am Marisol Speight! I am Marisol! Do you hear me? I am Marisol!" She ran through the empty wilderness, laughing while calling out to the night.The wind swept through the vast landscape, gently catching her hair and

The car was indeed broken down on the road and couldn't be repaired quickly, so they agreed to let the brothers set up camp. Few people felt like socializing in this environment. After eating a quick meal, everyone retreated to their tents, though hardly anyone could actually sleep.Marisol and Zachary stayed together. He handed her a military knife while gripping a hammer himself—tools they'd bought before starting their journey for protection.Sure, these weapons might not be much use against bears or wolves, but at least holding them provided some comfort.Though the camp had rotating night watches, Marisol and Zachary didn't trust the arrangement completely. One of them remained awake at all times. In the early hours, Marisol woke to take her turn at watch duty.She wasn't alone. One of the wilderness survival experts was with her as they needed someone professional on guard. Halfway through their shift, sounds came from one side of the camp.The man told Marisol to stay by th