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Chapter 49 deals with grief, loss, and one final rescue attempt END OF CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

"No way, back off!" "When will this end?" ---End of Chapter Four---

I can’t give up! “No! No! Please, Lane!” I begged. I gave him my last breath, and I’m starting to doze off. I can’t feel my body anymore, and I have failed. I slowly dropped on the ground, my eyelids getting heavy by every second. And before my body gave up, I heard a cough, a gasp for air, and I felt him finally move.

This time, I would be happier. A week later, I walked into the event hall with Anthony. The moment I stepped inside, however, I saw Cyrus. My feet were instantly frozen to the ground, unable to move. Anthony held my arm and pulled me forward, whispering into my ear, “If you don’t cast away the shadows of your past completely, they’ll just come back to haunt you later.” I turned and met his gaze. His eyes were firm and warm, giving me strength. I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm with a smile. “Do I look good like this? Can you tell I’ve started over with a fresh slate?”

—----- *Authors Message* The last chapter will be updated tomorrow ^ ^

And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

Perhaps, because I had finally let go, my spirit began to fade. In the end, under the sunlight, I dissolved into countless shimmering fragments. If there was a next life, I wanted to be like a sunflower, radiant and free from worries.

The delicate design and pastel colors were supposed to be sweet, but all they did was make me queasy. I dumped the cake in the trash. Then, I looked up at the chandelier. The lights flickered softly, as if they were mocking how foolish and pathetic I had been. Before I knew it, tears slipped down my cheeks, falling onto the couch and disappearing without a trace. At that moment, the door swung open. Declan walked in and stopped short when he saw me curled up on the couch. "Scarlett, why are you still awake?"

It simply turns the page and begins a new chapter in the quiet after the storm. THE END.

I paused for a brief moment before replying in a calm and peaceful manner, "Yeah, I won't be returning to the country. Please stop calling me, Zeke." I hung up the phone. I had basically severed all ties with him. I stared at the skyscrapers outside. From this point onward, Zeke Jones and I had nothing to do with each other. We would never cross paths ever again.