Semua Bab 365 Days With My Fake Husband : Bab 61 - Bab 70

By morning, the camp no longer looked like a place of survivors. It looked like a village being born. The first light spilled over the makeshift roofs, gilding the fabric and wood with a warmth that almost felt scared. Smoke rose from cooking fires. The murmur of voices carried through the cool air low, steady, alive. A woman was humming softly while sweeping dust away from her tent; children chased one another between barrels of water and piles of timber. Even the broken walls around the old city square seemed to stand a little straighter, as if remembering what it meant to protect life instead life instead of contain it.Jessica stood at the edge of the encampment, arms folded against the chill breeze. Her clothes still smelled faintly of smoke, but benath it there was something new earth, sweat, bread baking somewhere close. The scent of living. Romeo joined her, his hair damp from washing in the stream, sleeves rolled up as if the day had alread

The night was cool, a fragile calm stretching across the camp. The fires had burned low, their embers pulsing like the final heartbeats of a long, exhausted day. Somewhere near the edge of the rebuilt fence, the wind whispered through the tents soft, secretive, almost like it carried someone's name. Jessica sat alone by one of the smaller, her back to the tents, the faint crackle of burning wood her only companion. She'd been restless since morning. Ever since that convoy had arrived bringing supplies, news, and letters salvaged from the old city something inside her had been trembling. She didn't even know why her hands shook as she unfolded the yellowed envelope now lying on her lap.Her name was scrawled across the front in faded ink: "Jessica Collins. "The handwriting was unmistakable. Her breath hitched it was her sister's. The sister she hadn't seen since the fall of the city. The one who'd held her newborn that bloody night before the chaos took

The dawn came pale and cold a thin wash of gold brushing over the ruins of the camp. The fires from the night before were dying out, leaving behind only smoke and silence. Jessica packed lightly. Just a single bag, her weapons, and the drive Romeo had given her. She didn't tell anyone where she was going. She couldn't. This wasn't a mansion for the group. This was her reckoning. As she moved through the camp, people greeted her with queit respect. They saw the leader in her, not the woman still bleeding inside. No one questioned her when she walked past the gates. She moved like a shadow calm, steady, unstoppable. But what she didn't know was that another shadow followed. Romeo stood at the far end of the camp, leaning against one of the half-collapsed walls, watching her silhouette fade into the distance. His chest ached, but he knew there was no point in calling out. Jessica wouldn't listen. Not now. Not when her heart

Morning came too fast.Jessica barely slept if she slept at all. Every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was a pair of small hands slipping out of hers... Aurora's hands... fading into smoke, into darkness, into years she could never reclaim. The world outside was quiet, too queit, like it was bracing itself for the storm she was about to unleash. Jessica stood at the edge of the forest, arms wrapped around herself as if holding her ribs together was the the only way to keep her heart from tearing open. Her breath trembled. My daughter is alive.The words felt unreal. Heavy. Sharp.And then worse. But she's not the little girl i lost.She whispered it again, like saying it slower would hurt less.It didn't. Behind her, Hidden in the trees, Romeo watched. Silently. Secretly. Prospectively. He didn't know follow her because he distrusted he followed because he couldn't let her carry

Jessica froze. That single word Mommy? still echoed in her skull, replaying over and over like a cruel, broken melody. But the clearing was already empty. Aurora was gone again, snatched away in a blink, like the forest itself swallowed her whole. Her throat burned as she screamed, "AURORA!" The tress threw her voice back at her. Mocking. Hollow. Terrifyingly empty. Jessica ran branches whipping her face, breath tearing painfully from her lungs. She didn't care. She didn't stop. She didn't blink. Somewhere behind her, fast but not fast enough, Romeo followed in a dead sprint. "Jessica, WAIT!" She didn't. Couldn't. Every instinct in her body had detonated into pure, raw, feral panic. Her daughter her baby alive. Alive. And gone again. It felt like the universe has