All Chapters of Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Still in the hospital, Nancy told Vance that Rebecca hadn't visited.Although she didn't know the details, she understood that Rebecca had left him permanently.It was much like her own situation. She never wanted to be found by her former husband, and Rebecca undoubtedly felt the same way about Vance.Therefore, Nancy just said she knew nothing.Vance ended the call with a sense of regret. He tried dialing Rebecca's number once more, but it remained unreachable.Opening the app for the home security cameras, he was met with nothing but darkness. The lights in the living room were off.He wondered if she was asleep in the bedroom. His brows furrowed as a growing restlessness took hold."Vance?" Catherine tightened her fists, though her expression conveyed only worry. "Maybe send Aiden and Lucas to check on her?""It's alright," Vance replied as they made their way through the hotel lobby toward the rooms. "She is probably just fed up with me and turned her phone off."He wonde

Helia, Desmond's dance partner, felt uneasy about letting Rebecca help her."Rebecca was like this back at school, taking great care of us underclassmen," Desmond chuckled, winking at her. "Don't worry about it. Let's go, or we'll end up blocking the aisle."Half-understanding, Helia proceeded without another word. But on the path to baggage claim, she asked him for clarification."Rebecca wants to lend a hand. She is concerned about not being useful to the troupe. If she offers to do something, just let her," he explained.She nodded in realization, then regarded him with a playful smile."What's so funny?" He rolled his eyes before quickening his pace to catch up with Rebecca.Rebecca had just turned on her phone and activated the local SIM card. It connected without issue, and a flood of messages poured in, including a couple from Josette asking if she had arrived safely.She replied: [We've landed without any problems.]Then she checked out the other messages.Nancy: [Mr.

Catherine shook her head. "I know. I understand you completely. No need to apologize."But Vance remained sullen.She pressed her lips together. "How about we book tickets? We can return together.""There's no need," he said, managing a small smile. "Go get some sleep."She shook her head. "If you're unhappy, I can't enjoy myself. There will be plenty of opportunities for trips. Let's head home."He rubbed his temples and leaned back against the sofa, regarding her thoughtfully. "But that would be unfair to you, wouldn't it?"She offered a graceful smile. "Not at all. You know me better than that. I only want you to be happy and for things to go smoothly."He let out a deep sigh. "Go ahead and sleep. We can discuss it tomorrow.""Alright," she agreed, yet she remained standing there."Go on. I'm okay. Don't worry," he encouraged.She nodded. "When you speak to Rebecca, try to stay calm. Losing your temper will only push her further away."Bringing it up only intensified his

Carrying that same aspiration, while the others went off to eat, Rebecca lingered in the rehearsal hall, searching for echoes of her former self.It felt like standing in Josette's practice room once again, but this time, she danced freely, guided by instinct, channeling the essence of that reborn phoenix through her body's expressions.Many moves she envisioned proved unattainable, but she persisted until the final pose. When she collapsed on the floor, sweat had already soaked her clothes.Sparse but thunderous applause broke out in the expansive hall. She turned to see Desmond and Helia approaching, clapping enthusiastically."That was incredible! Were you dancing a piece about renewal?" Helia exclaimed, her eyes shining.Rebecca got up and smiled shyly. "Yes. Seeing you guys rehearse sparked something in me.""It was truly remarkable!" Helia said with true admiration.Even though most steps weren't fully there yet, even though the hardest lifts and turns were impossible for

Rebecca's thoughts were consumed by the dance concept that had sparked in her mind earlier.If she wanted to expand into a full production as Helia had suggested, how would she structure it? Ideas collided like a storm, overwhelming her to the point where Vance's messages barely registered as minor ripples, easily swept away by the vast waves of her creativity and vanishing without a trace.She didn't even consider blocking him; they caused her no real disturbance. After a glance, she dove back into envisioning her dance.The inspiration had begun with the theme of a phoenix's rebirth, but her imagination expanded rapidly to cycles of endless renewal, to legacies that endured through time, and to grander scales.She envisioned drawing from mythic folklore as her foundation, crafting an epic dance drama. The more she reflected, the more exhilarated she became, other emotions fading away.Even her dreams were filled with sweeping landscapes, flowing rivers, and mythical creatures.