All Chapters of The Bride They Sacrificed: Reborn To Love And Kill: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lunch was served after a while. The dining room, which had earlier been suffocating with accusations, fear, and almost irreversible regret, now carried the rich aroma of freshly prepared dishes, steaming rice, tender meat glazed in sauce, and fragrant herbs rising into the air like silent offerings of gratitude. The family gathered at the dining table as they ate and chatted. But it wasn’t the same kind of chatter as before. It was softer. A little careful. A little embarrassed. A little grateful. Nathan sat at the head of the table, the place he had occupied for decades as the successor of the family. He sat there as a man who had nearly died. As a man who had almost left his family behind. Nathan ate to his fullest. Not because the food was exceptionally good, though it was. Not because he was starving, though he hadn’t eaten all day. He ate because he could. Because he was alive. Because his lungs were still filling with air. Because his heart was still beat

It had been a long, emotional day for the family, especially after the recent chaos involving Nathan and that almost-fatal flight incident, and for the first time since then, everyone seemed to be breathing a little easier. Nathan leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on his stomach, the other loosely wrapped around his glass of water. He had eaten to his heart’s content, perhaps more than usual, as though food itself were proof that he was alive, safe, and still here with them. His brush with death had shaken everyone to their core. Even now, the memory of what could have happened lingered like a ghost at the table. Elara sat quietly beside Lucian, her posture composed, her expression serene yet thoughtful. She practically wanted to die of embarrassment because of Lucian fussing over her. And then... Just as dessert plates were being cleared and tea was about to be poured, Grace cleared her throat. It wasn’t her usual commanding, attention-demanding cough. It was softe

He sighed again, and his voice softened. “Of course, it's a yes. I can never say no to you. Also, it's been decades since you said something nice to me. So yeah, let's work on it. I still love you, Grace. I just... I just wish you would be a little nicer to me sometimes. Your love for me seems to have faded over the years and I didn't even know where I went wrong.” Everyone sighed at George’s words. That man had indeed suffered immensely at the hands of Grace. They wondered how he was still going to give her another chance after many. “And I don’t actually want to divorce you. I was just… tired. We’ve both been stubborn. I thought maybe you didn’t care anymore.” George continued. Grace’s knees nearly buckled. “I care!” she shrieked. “I care too much! I am aggressively in love with you!” Nathan fell off the armrest. George laughed fully now. “I hope,” he continued warmly, “that we can work things out through our marriage.” Immediately he said that, Grace almost jumped

"And I wanted to ask... if it's safe for me to travel. You know, since you were able to stop Nathan from traveling." For a second, Elara was perplexed, then stupefied, and then shocked. Her eyes widened dramatically, and she stared at the old lady as if she had just said something outrageous. "You're asking me?" Elara asked. Grandma Hale nodded nervously. And then, Elara burst out laughing. Not mockingly or cruelly. Just genuinely amused. Even this old lady wanted her opinion on her travel. She walked forward and hugged Grandma Hale tightly, wrapping her arms around the fragile yet strong woman. "Grandma," she said warmly, "you will be okay. There is nothing for you to worry about." Grandma Hale froze for a second, surprised by the sudden embrace. Then she slowly relaxed and patted Elara's back gently. "You're sure?" "I'm sure. You will live for soooooo long." The old lady heaved a sigh of relief. It was a long sigh, one that seemed to release days, maybe even weeks, of qu

"Sometimes he would speak differently." Elara's heartbeat pounded in her ears. "Differently? As how?" She whispered. Grandma Hale looked at her gravely. "Sometimes his tone would change. His expressions. His posture. And sometimes... he would refer to himself as Lucas. He laughed differently. Walked differently. He held things differently. He would look at Seraphina and call her 'Auntie' instead of 'Mom.'" Elara’s eyes widened. Tears streamed down her face freely now as the gravity of the situation sank in. Silence swallowed them. “The family was shocked,” Grandma Hale said. “Shocked beyond words.” She closed her eyes briefly. “We took him to the hospital again. And that was when the doctor confirmed that he was having DID.” Elara’s breath stopped. “He had created another personality as a coping mechanism for losing his cousin.” Elara let the truth in. And then she started sobbing loudly now without even realizing. DID! Lucas!! Lucian!!! Her husband!!!! Grandma Hale