Hellen Gravely Novels & Stories

“This…” In that instant, Yulian was stupefied. He could not even react to that since he was having a head congestion now. He had finally buttered up to CEO Naiswell with much difficulty. ‘Why would he be so respectful toward this youth before me? Besides, he kicked me directly without asking anything.’ Standing beside them, Ella was stunned too. ‘Who is this Harvey? How could he make CEO Naiswell be so obedient by simply saying those things?’ Seeing that, Harvey smiled faintly and said, “Let me introduce her to you, Mr. Naiswell. This is Dr. Ella Graves. She just saved Senior Naiswell’s life just now.”

As I stared blankly at the gravestone, the elderly cemetery caretaker approached and struck up a conversation with me. "Sir, do you know Old Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." It was such a simple question, yet it made my heart throb in pain all the same. After all, who am I when the place that should have belonged to Jessica's husband had already been engraved with Christian's name? Although I was standing under the sunlight, I felt like some lowly rat that ought to hide in the shadows. How could I stand before these gravestones when I didn't have a respectable identity that I could claim aloud?

Dominic POV The graveyard was cold and heavy with silence. The wind cut through the bare branches, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and old flowers. Rows of weathered stones stretched endlessly, but my eyes found only one. I stood before it, my chest rising and falling slowly as my dark eyes lingered on the portrait of a woman carved into the granite. Under her face, the elegant words were etched clearly: Helena Halvourne, 30 years old. My wife.

"Because you were about to lock it in. Marry her. Make it permanent. I waited. I gave you time to see it yourself. You used every second to build your clean little life on top of his body and I just kept watching you do it." "If he's really gone," Jose started, "then why dig all this up now, why make me—" "He's not gone." Rainer's voice cracked on the last word like something breaking under too much weight. He looked away. Looked back. "I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it."

Under the fine drizzle, Grace’s grave seemed even more desolate. There was a man as drunk as a skunk lying in front of her pitch-black tombstone, and that man was unexpectedly Holden Payne. The big bouquet in front of him seemed to be dewier after it was drenched by the fine drizzles. However, that cool tone of the flower gave people an incomparably miserable feeling.