All Chapters of Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Rebecca pressed a hand to her chest, expecting the old pain, or at least a wave of nausea. But even that was absent.The people on the other end of the phone were like utter strangers speaking in a foreign language. After leaving that suffocating environment and Vance, she felt like a butterfly finally breaking free of its cocoon—light, unburdened, and truly free."Rebecca, come join us! We're starting to eat," Desmond called from outside."Coming!" she responded cheerfully."Rebecca?" Desmond's voice echoed again.Although the door stood open, he knocked politely. "Rebecca, are you alright in there? We're holding off for you!""All good. I'm coming right out!" Rebecca emerged with her phone, intending to terminate the video, but Vance's sullen face suddenly filled the screen.Unbothered, Rebecca ended the call just as he began to shout out. Regardless of how persistently he tried to reconnect, she steadfastly ignored him.A meal's enjoyment hinged on the vibe.These modest, b

However, the rehearsal hall was designed solely for dance training, not therapeutic recovery. The primary issue lay in the absence of appropriate equipment.Rebecca analyzed the rehabilitation videos, devising modifications for each exercise to suit her present circumstances and surroundings.At the clinic, nurses had aided her. Now, operating solo, she tumbled repeatedly. Within moments, she was sweating profusely, her body throbbing with discomfort."Rebecca!"Following another fall, a compassionate voice came from behind her, paired with supportive hands lifting her, just as in the old days at the dance academy."Lauren." She felt somewhat apprehensive, then nodded at Desmond, who had come together with Lauren.She wanted to pursue rehabilitation, but she didn't want anyone to know, afraid of failed recovery and dashed expectations.Lauren shook her head in disapproval. Rebecca mistook it for skepticism about her recovery and felt a pang of disappointment.That was fine. She

Apart from holidays, anniversaries, and birthdays, the everyday snapshots had mostly been captured by Rebecca covertly.She had documented five years of him through her camera—a testament to her overflowing affection.Only when deeply in love with someone would one desire to preserve every aspect of them, never growing weary of photographing or admiring.That was five years—nearly two thousand days. Even at one photo per day, that would amount to over a thousand; and in reality, she had taken far more than one each day.She hesitated no longer. Her finger slid across the screen to select them all, then tapped Delete.Five years—more than two thousand days were erased with just a few gestures. One final sweep cleared the recently deleted folder, and every trace of him vanished from her album.Her phone suddenly felt vacant, and a portion of her heart echoed that emptiness. Yet it brought no grief.It resembled those popular online decluttering videos. Discarding clutter left the

Catherine struggled to lift Vance, who seemed to gain inexplicable weight when he was drunk.She had barely managed to prop him up when he went limp again, collapsing back down."Let me help..." Aiden, mildly inebriated, draped Vance's arm over his neck and managed to escort him out of the restaurant.The restaurant was not far from Catherine's home, so he delivered Vance straight there."Vance is in your hands now." Aiden winked. "Take good care of him. I won't intrude on your time together.""That's nonsense. Get going." Catherine shot him a coquettish glare, closing the door.Vance lay sprawled on the sofa, his shirt now further unbuttoned from the journey. The lean contours of his muscles were revealed."Vance?" Catherine called out, approaching.He furrowed his brows, appearing to rouse slightly."We're home now. How about a shower before bed?" she whispered, moving to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt.He stirred awake, croaking, "Who is it?""It's me, Catherine,

"Well..." Vance fidgeted. "T-There is something at the company. I need to head out."Any further explanation would only compound the excuses and heighten the embarrassment.Midway through his departure, he turned back. "Mr. Wilcox."Elton smiled politely. "Anything I can help you with?""Do you happen to know..." Vance found it difficult to ask about Josette's whereabouts from an outsider.But if he didn't ask, he'd never find out. So, after a moment of hesitation, he went on, "Do you know where she went?"Elton shook his head regretfully. "I'm afraid not. It's been a while now. I have no idea where she is, and you..."He caught him because, apparently, Vance had no idea, too."Thank you anyway." Vance forced a smile, but the unspoken question lingered in his mind.Rebecca had gone abroad, and Josette had vanished. He didn't even know where they were and had to ask strangers. How absurd was that?Following his blackout, he had no clue where his car was, nor could he linger an