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Her hands shook and her heart trembled, and despite the haywire in his mind, all she could ever utter out was the name of someone who was no more: “Xavier…” THE NIGHT darkened, and for sure would be long. Adeline stirred. The relief from her deep sleep almost made her feel comfortable, but the jiggles of metals had her jolting awake. Her eyes met the familiar layout of a ceiling, causing a furrow in between her brows. How cruel. Locking her in her own pack's cell—well played. "L—Lady Adeline?" a timid voice sounded from nowhere. Adeline craned her neck and narrowed her eyes to find the source, until the lingering echo drowned under the consecutive sound of chains.

Chloe helped her to bed and then went out to close the door! As soon as Chloe went out, Adeline lay in bed, his mind filled with the scene of Ronald's car accident today. She was fine a moment ago, but why did she become like this in the next moment? Did she do something bad in her last life to make her pay for it in this life? Tears welled up again and again, but the well water never stopped flowing! "Adeline, get up!" Zoey and Helen rushed in angrily, ready to pull Adeline up from the bed!

I started telling him the directions but I don't think he heard them because he was busy singing along with the radio. After 20 minutes we were in front of the nursing inn and I stepped out of the car. I asked Nick to wait for me and I went inside looking for Adeline and finally I found her in the store room looking at some old album. She didn’t look older than the last time I saw her. I think I couldn’t expect any change to come in six months. "Adeline, hi." She looked at me surprised and the album fell from her hands. "Sean, you are alive?"

After hanging up, Adeline's long fingers scrolled through photos of Lizzie and Jacob. She had intended to meet Lizzie earlier in the day. Since Lizzie didn't know about her, she planned to make her aware. Adeline was Bruno's lover, not Lizzie. But she hadn't expected to witness such a juicy scene. Regardless of whether there were lingering feelings or not, she intended to make good use of those photos.

The lie tasted bitter because the truth was I hadn’t stopped immediately. I had searched for months or maybe a year. But Adeline has disappeared. No address, no workplace and no phone number. It was as if she had vanished from existence. Eventually, I gave up. Life moved on or at least I convinced myself it had. “You’re thinking again,” Mira said. “I have work.” I replied “You always have work.” “And you always talk too much.” I said and she laughed. “Fine. Call me later.” I grabbed my car keys and headed for Hartley Corporation. The drive took twenty minutes, but my mind was elsewhere.

Then she rose to her feet and offered the woman her chair. Adeline Blair closed the door behind her and silently walked to the chair beside my bed. “I'm... sorry for your loss, Mrs. Blair,” I managed, and she summoned a faint smile in response. Ashley muttered her condolences, and Adeline gave a similar smile. I swallowed a knot in my throat. “How… did you know I was here?” “I have my sources,” she said softly. “And not even someone like Gunner Stiles can keep me from finding out the things I want to know.”

Memories of her family's demands, societal expectations, and fear crept in. "Was loyalty worth losing love?" she pondered. Longing and sorrow entwined. Her chest tightened. Fingers instinctively reached for the hidden leather-bound journal. Yellowed pages revealed her truth. "I loved him," she whispered to the night. Tears fell, mingling with forgotten dreams. In the stillness, Adeline confronted her shattered past, lost love, and haunting choices. Six years ago, Adeline stepped into her opulent mansion, drenched in rain, her elegant frame shrouded in misery. Red, puffy eyes betrayed her shattered soul. The hospital's chilling confrontation still resonated.

"We both know that my parents have passed away." "Yes, I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about Cailynn..." Adeline sipped her wine gracefully—a gesture that made Axel clearly see that this woman was used to having wine in her hand, unlike a woman he knew who couldn't handle the effects of alcohol. "I didn't invite her." "That's even more surprising to me," the smile on Adeline's lips already indicated that she really suspected something. But who cared about her suspicion? "I thought you weren't that close,"

“Ma'am, you're finally awake. Would you like to have breakfast now?” What? Breakfast? I quickly turned around and was quite surprised when I found myself standing in front of a strange middle-aged lady with blonde hair. “Uhm, excuse me, who are you?” I asked curiously. Oh, forgive me ma'am, my name is Adeline, and I'm the newly hired cook to tend to your palate.” “Oh, have you perhaps seen my husband this morning?” “Forgive me, ma'am, but I haven't seen him since yesterday, when he instructed me to serve you the moment you're awake.”

Adeline’s POV I woke with my cheek pressed into something cold and wet. For a few seconds, I just lay there, barely awake, listening to the faint sound of water moving somewhere beside me. I slowly opened my eyes and found myself staring at a tangle of reeds. Murky water pooled between them and sunlight was already slipping through the trees above. Where was I?