All Chapters of Dear Don, I Died for Another Man: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As Bastian spoke, he traced Davina's features with his hand, the smile on his face looking increasingly eerie.Seeing the unconcealed pain and longing in his eyes, the fire of jealousy nearly burned through Moriah's sanity.She dug her nails deep into her palms, using the pain to force herself to stay calm. Her voice grew softer, laced with sobs. "Bastian, you still have me... I'll always be with you, just like when we were kids... Bastian, look at me, look at me..."But Bastian seemed completely deaf to her. He only spoke to Marcus, who was waiting to the side holding his breath. "Keep looking. The world is so big, I refuse to believe no one can save her."Marcus choked slightly, replying in a low voice, "Yes, Boss."Moriah collapsed onto the floor. Seeing that Bastian didn't even register her presence—only having eyes for the cold corpse on the bed—her heart sank into an icy abyss, boiling with resentment and unwillingness.The seventh day, morning.Bastian finally couldn't hold on a

"Enough." Bastian cut off her hysterical screaming.He looked at her. Looking at this face that used to haunt his dreams, the face he thought was the most beautiful in the world, now twisted and hideous from jealousy and resentment. He suddenly felt incredibly unfamiliar with it, and incredibly exhausted."Right now," he enunciated clearly, word by word, "I don't want to see you."Saying that, he didn't look at her again. Holding his gun, he turned and strode out of the estate."Bastian! Bastian, where are you going?!" Moriah shrieked behind him, but was firmly held back by the bodyguards rushing in.Bastian jumped into a car, not even taking the time to gather more men, bringing only a few trusted subordinates, and headed straight for the slums' landfill.The freezing wind was biting, cutting across his face like a knife.He didn't feel it at all. He only had one thought in his mind: Find her! I have to find her! I can't leave her in a place like that!The landfill was located in the

"Hahahahaha..." Bastian suddenly began to laugh lowly. The laughter echoed in the empty office, initially suppressed, then growing louder and louder, until it was eventually tinged with sobs."So that's how it is... so that's how it is!" He laughed so hard he bent forward, yet tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. "She wanted to leave from the very beginning! Marrying me was to save Wynn! She never loved me! Never!"All those gentle gazes, that meticulous care, saving him without regard for her own life, the seemingly uncomplaining devotion... It turned out it all had a price. It was all so she could leave him and run into someone else's arms!As he laughed, large tears rolled down his cheeks.Was the gentleness of her applying medicine for him, of staying by his side late into the night, all fake?Davina truly was the greatest actress.Did she have no heart? No, perhaps she did, but it was all on Wynn. It never belonged to him.Bastian raised a hand and fiercely wiped the tears f

（Davina's POV）That voice. Low and familiar."Long time no see."My fingertips trembled uncontrollably, but I immediately clenched my fists, forcefully suppressing the shudder.I lowered my eyes, not daring to look into the eyes I had seen in countless nightmares. Turning slightly, I whispered to Wynn, "Wynn, take Anna to the break room."Wynn looked at me, then at the intruder, his doubts deepening.But he didn't ask anything. He just squeezed my hand hard, speaking in a voice only we could hear, "Call me if you need anything." Then, holding Anna, he walked into the back room, looking back at us three times.Only the two of us were left in the gallery. The air was terrifyingly quiet.I took a deep breath. When I looked up again, my face was entirely calm.I even walked behind the counter and poured him a glass of water. "Sir, please have some water."He suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile with zero warmth. "Madam, you look very much like my late wife."My eyel

Bastian closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were full of bloodshot veins.He slowly raised his hand, giving a "stand down" signal to his men.The men in black quickly backed out of the house."Fine." His voice was terribly hoarse. "I won't force you."My hand holding the gun didn't lower; I watched him warily."But I won't give up, Davina."Saying that, he didn't look at me again. He turned and strode away.It wasn't until his black figure completely disappeared that my tense nerves suddenly snapped. The gun in my hand dropped to the floor with a clatter, my legs gave out, and I nearly collapsed."Davina!" Wynn rushed over, hugging me tight, his voice trembling with lingering fear."Are you okay?" he asked shakily, touching my cold face.I leaned against his chest, unable to stop shaking.Despite surviving this ordeal, there was no peace in my heart, only worry for the future.I knew Bastian wouldn't just let this go.Anna threw herself at me, hugging my leg, crying so har