All Chapters of May We Never Meet Again: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Are you going to claim that this medical report is fake too?" Nathan asked, his voice frighteningly calm now, stripped of all emotion. That calmness was far more terrifying than anger. His eyes were fixed on the three people before him like a judge staring down the guilty.The room felt suffocating. The air was thick, heavy with fear and truth finally dragged into the light after years of hiding."Nathan…" Celine called softly, her voice trembling as she shifted weakly on the hospital bed. With shaking hands, she reached out again and grabbed his hand, clutching it tightly as if it were her only lifeline. "You must believe me. I really am the woman who stayed with you all those three years. I'm the one you love."She pointed at her chest, her eyes glossy with carefully summoned tears, her face wearing that familiar innocent mask she had perfected over the years. "You said you loved me the most," she added, her voice cracking as if her heart were breaking.For a split second, Megan

Charlotte sat behind her desk in the glass-partitioned office section that separated her from the rest of the design team. The space was small but neat, carefully arranged the way she liked it, everything in its place, nothing excessive or unnecessary. She flipped through the file in front of her, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration, her attention fully absorbed by the layouts spread across the pages. Two junior staff stood before her desk, hands clasped nervously in front of them, waiting for her verdict."You need to tweak this section," Charlotte said calmly, her tone measured and professional. She rotated the file so they could see the highlighted area more clearly, then tapped it lightly with her finger. "If you leave it this way, it'll clash with the client's brand message. They're going for subtle confidence, not loud assurance."The two ladies leaned closer, their heads nearly touching as they studied the marked section with renewed focus, nodding quickly as underst

He sat there with Charlotte’s phone cradled in both hands, his thumbs hovering over the screen as though he was afraid that one wrong touch might make everything disappear. The room felt unusually quiet, the kind of silence that rang loudly in the ears. Slowly, deliberately, Nathan opened the photo album.Picture after picture loaded.They were all him.Him in meetings. Him at events. Him standing beside luxury cars. Him smiling confidently into the camera, long before Charlotte ever appeared in his life. Photos he had uploaded casually on Facebook years ago, never thinking twice about who might be watching.Nathan let out a shaky breath.“So, Charlie,” he murmured softly, his lips curving into a sad smile, “you’ve had a crush on me all these years.”His fingers scrolled gently, reverently, as if he was touching fragments of her heart. He could almost imagine her on the other side of the screen back then, secretly saving his photos, quietly watching his life from a distance, loving h

The black SUV rolled smoothly through the tall iron gates.The vehicle came to a graceful halt in front of a grand mansion—a sprawling estate that was larger, colder, and far more imposing than the comfortable home Celine had grown accustomed to. But Celine barely noticed any of it.Her mind was spinning with entirely different thoughts, her heart pounding with an emotion that had nothing to do with the mansion's intimidating presence.Nathan.That single name consumed her completely, filling every corner of her mind.That was all she could think about, all she wanted to think about.The back door of the SUV opened with a quiet click, and Celine stepped out onto the driveway, her movements quick and eager. A bright, excited giggle spilled from her lips, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet courtyard. Her long hair swayed gracefully behind her as she adjusted the fabric of her designer dress with delicate fingers and straightened her posture, already imagining the scene that awai

Nathan’s fingers loosened from Celine’s neck at last. His chest was still rising and falling violently, his breath hot and uneven, like a man who had just wrestled a beast and barely survived. For a brief moment, the room was filled with nothing but harsh breathing and the faint creak of ropes as Celine’s body slumped weakly against the chair.He turned away from her abruptly, as if even looking at her made his skin crawl.Marcel stood a few steps away, his face tight with tension, eyes darting between his boss and the woman bound to the chair. Nathan reached for the piece of dark cloth he had been holding earlier and dragged it roughly across his hands, wiping away the blood stains, the sweat, the dirt that had transferred from Celine’s skin to his own. “Nathan…” Celine croaked behind him, her voice broken and hoarse. She struggled to lift her head, saliva and blood gathering at the corner of her mouth as she spat out her curse with the last of her strength. “May you… may you rot