Novel & Cerita Never Again Malgorzata Uchto

After everything they did to me, saying sorry could never begin to cover it up. What they inflicted on me was real, irreversible pain. I turned and walked away without hesitation. No matter how long they knelt behind me and begged for forgiveness, I did not look back. The next day, the news reported that there had been a massive fire at a remote villa on the outskirts of the city, with two men and one woman found dead. The men were quickly identified as Jeremy and Grant. The woman was confirmed to be Jessie, who had been missing for years. It was said that when her body was discovered, every bone in her body was dislocated, as if she had suffered prolonged abuse before death.

Sebastian asked, "Mrs. Clementine, what should we do with this gift with no name?" One glance at Ciel across the room and I waved him off. "Get rid of it. Now." If that jealous man saw it, there'd be drama. After that, Stanley vanished for good. I heard he went back to Southport, walked away from everything, and lived alone the rest of his life. Never married. Ciel and I grew old together, surrounded by kids and grandkids. This time, when all was said and done, the past stayed buried. Stanley Hamilton and I never crossed paths again.

The two shared a quiet, cheerful morning. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Justine opened the door, only to find a stranger on the porch. He looked like a local from the village. She narrowed her eyes, and her voice was cautious. "Who are you?" The man, Manfred Wheeler, glanced inside the house. After confirming there wasn't a man around, his attitude turned noticeably casual. "I'm Megan's uncle, Manfred Wheeler. I'm here to take her home," he said. Before Justine could respond, he added, "By the way, I heard her grandma died in a car accident. That should've come with a good payout. Don't think about keeping it for yourself."

"Aren't you afraid I'll report her?" Gideon let out a quiet chuckle. "Go ahead." … That night, I called every police station in Ashbourne. Every answer was the same. "The traffic accident was ruled an accident, and the case has already been closed." The next evening, at seven, I arrived at the private dining room on time. Only then did I learn the banquet was celebrating Gideon's discovery of a new asteroid. He had named it Cheldeon. Only then did his colleagues realize the "Chel" referred to Chelsea, not me, his wife.

Translator – Yue That promise was a pact made discreetly after the two tragedies that shook Ehrlich. The first tragedy took place when the Queen Mother rebelled against the new King, causing a bloodshed, and the second tragedy happened when some nobles chose Count Clovis over their King and tried to usurp the throne from the young monarch. The coup d’état failed, but much violence happened. Therefore, after these two bloody episodes, a promise was made among both parties for the sake of Ehrlich.

"I'm not letting anyone who hurt you walk away." Relief hit me hard. I ran my hand over my belly. Thank God. I'd kept my baby safe. Then the door slammed open. Bradley burst in, shirt wrinkled, eyes wild. "Rena, I'm sorry! It's my fault. Vivian fainted—I had to take her first!" I looked down, silent, my fingers brushing Nathan's palm. So much for that amnesia act—he'd just called me Rena. "I'm done listening. Leave. I don't want to see you again."

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

Goodbye. And never again.

Years ago, they dumped me at an orphanage after finding out I had a genetic defect. Money wasn't an issue for them, but they didn't want me. Later, they had another kid. It was Sophie. In 20-plus years, we had only met once. It was my 18th birthday. They showed up, all guilt and apologies, with 100 thousand dollars as compensation. I didn't want anything to do with them, so I turned it down. Later, I found out they were bidding against some big company. I was their only dirty secret. If word got out that they had abandoned a daughter, their company would face a PR nightmare like never before.