All Chapters of Her Exodus, His Regret. : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

62. I didn't deserve you....The Dragon Seaside welcomed them with a breath of wind— salt and seaweed, cool and familiar. The driveway wound between old stone walls, gray and weathered, covered in vines that swayed in the breeze. Moonlight caught the stones in patches, uneven and silver, giving the place a quiet, almost sacred feel.Lucien parked a few steps from the restaurant entrance, the tires crunching lightly over the gravel. He cut the engine and turned toward her."I made a reservation", he said quietly.Dahlia glanced at him, skeptical, arching a brow."You haven't eaten" he added almost immediately. "I've…been busy", she replied cautiously.He didn't argue, didn't tease. He only opened her door and gestured her inside.The restaurant was small but intimate. Low, warm lighting highlighted dark wood and cream-toned walls. Simple candle arrangements flickered on each table. It wasn't extravagant. It didn't need to be. He led her to a corner table by a wide window, where the

64. The Man Behind the MaskMorning arrived. Not fast. Not slowly either. Just calm, enough to hide the tension brewing beneath the surface. Sun rays slid through the curtains of Dahlia's room, resting quietly on her face. She stirred. Once. Twice. Then opened her eyes. A soft sigh slipped from her lips. "Finally" Kimberly's voice came from the side, almost startling her.Dahlia shifted her head to the side. "Kim?" Kimberly raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"Kimberly moved from where she sat, and settled beside Dahlia, at the edge of the bed. "What time did you get back?" Dahlia asked, blinking her eyes once, to clear the fog clouding her eyes. "Quite late. You slept off on the couch" Kimberly's voice lowered slightly. "I was surprised. You never sleep off on the couch".Dahlia sat up, clutching her head as though that was enough to calm the jab against her skull. "I was just tired" came the easy reply. Kimberly studied her. A beat passed. "Okay" she said. "If you say so". Dahli

66. "Little Lia..."Silence lingered. Longer than it should.It stretched between them, thick and heavy like something waiting to break. Liam's fists clenched slowly at his sides. Not enough to be obvious. But enough.His eyes darkened. Not playful this time. Not teasing.Dangerous."You don't have to find him" his voice came. Low and steady.But something under them wasn't. Dahlia's eyes flickered. Just for a second. Confusion. Brief. Gone. "You...." she said, calmly, "are not in a position to tell me what to do and what not to do".It landed wrongly on Liam's chest. His jaw ticked slightly.Without hesitation, Dahlia turned to leave, back straight. Decisive. A step. Two steps. A sudden pull on her wrist. Not tight. Just enough to make her stop in her tracks. However, she didn't turn. She only allowed her gaze to drop to his hand which held her wrist. Quietly. Still. Watching. Liam followed her gaze. And as if he had touched fire, he let go.A breath passed. "I hope you

68. Still Falling "Go," she said.That was all.No raised voice. No trembling. Just that one word, quiet and final, like a door being shut from the inside.Lucien looked at her for a moment.She wasn't looking back.Her face was turned slightly away, one hand resting flat against the bed beside her. Like she needed something to press against.He nodded once.And left.The same way he came. No sound. No dramatic pause at the door. He just walked out and pulled it gently behind him, the click of the latch the only proof he had ever been there.She waited until she heard his footsteps reach the bottom of the stairs.Then she put her face in her hands.The sound that came out of her wasn't pretty. It wasn't the quiet, dignified kind of crying she had mastered over three years of marriage to a man who made her feel invisible. This was different. This came from somewhere older. Somewhere she had locked up so tightly she had almost convinced herself it didn't exist anymore.Her shoulders sh

70. Two travellers, One lie...Two sleek cars screeched to a deafening halt opposite each other, the sound of tires against asphalt cutting through the silent night.The car doors opened.Sasha stepped out.Liam stepped out.Liam stood beside his car, a lazy smirk resting on his face. He brought a stick of cigarette to his lips and Sam appeared immediately to light it up for him.He took a slow drag. Exhaled. Then looked at Sasha.Sasha stood there, hands clenched tightly at her sides as she watched him. Her makeup was slightly smudged under her left eye. She hadn't noticed. Her coat was buttoned wrong at the top, one side higher than the other.She had left the house in a hurry and it showed.Liam noticed all of it.He took another drag. "You're on the run, Sasha.""And you're oddly not surprised at all," Sasha forced the ghost of a smile."Lucien will still find you," Liam said. "No matter how far you run."Sasha looked at him. "And here you are. Running with me."Liam's brows shift