The Names on Her Grave
After the Sullivan Group went bankrupt, I abandoned everything and followed Jessica to Tylen City.
It took her five years, but she eventually inherited her father's legacy and climbed back into the top three on the Forbes rankings. Yet, she never once brought up any word about marriage.
That lasted until the night before the Day of the Dead.
I woke up in the middle of the night and saw her lighting candles while facing the direction of Cinea.
"Dad, Mom, forgive me. I couldn't visit you this year because of work, but please continue to protect Chris and bless us with happiness for the rest of our lives."
When I heard this, warmth filled my heart.
My health was on the frail end of the scale. In the past, she always returned on her own since she didn't want me to be exhausted over this.
This year, I decided to make the trip on her behalf after seeing the longing hidden in her eyes.
However, what I never expected was to see the name of her former fiancé beside her name on the gravestone. Moreover, his title was engraved as her husband.
As I looked further down, I saw another name beneath theirs. It was a name that belonged to their three-year-old son.
At that moment, I felt as if I'd been struck by lightning.
Only then did I realize that it wasn't Christopher she was referring to when she said, "Chris." Instead, it was Christian.