Buried Hearts Netflix Novels & Stories

“He wasn’t leaving it behind. He was hiding from it.” She stood up abruptly and turned her back to me, her arms wrapped around herself. “All of it,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. “Our entire life. Our love. Our family. It was all built on a burial ground. And he was the one who buried the bodies.” Her shoulders began to shake. Silent, wrenching tremors. This wasn’t the loud, furious grief from last night. This was something deeper, a soul-deep disillusionment that left no room for sound.

“How could you be gone? How could you just die? We just got divorced, and you even wished me happiness, Elara? Is this some kind of nightmare?” Yes, I had wished him happiness — but without me. If only he had listened more carefully, if only he had understood that part. If only he had truly heard me. Lucian suddenly crumpled, sobbing as he crawled toward my Urn, his behavior growing frantic. “I don’t believe it. You’re all lying to me. You’ve all agreed to put on this show today, haven’t you?” He was unrecognizable now. The powerful, domineering head of the Hawke family was gone. In his place stood a broken man, desperate, unraveling, consumed by grief.