Damon had been back in the country for several days, but his heart was still trapped in Bali. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Elena in a wedding dress, standing beside another man, Leo.
The pain was unbearable, like a dagger twisting in his chest. He couldn’t lose Elena. He wouldn’t. He was willing to do anything. Even if it meant taking the life of the child in Tiffany’s womb. As Tiffany was being wheeled toward the operating room, she frantically called her parents. They arrived just in time, faces pale with desperation, blocking the door with their bodies. “Damon, you ungrateful son!” Tiffany’s father roared. “If you dare to abort my grandson, I’ll die right here today!”
Damon ran a hand through his hair in frustration, his voice strained.
“Mom, please don’t make this harder. I just need to get Elena back.”
“This child… it can’t stay. Once she’s back, you’ll have all the grandchildren you want. I promise.” But his mother only scoffed.
“Do you take me for a fool?”
She held up her phone. “I saw the news. Elena’s already married in Bali.” Her voice trembled, but her words were firm.
“I’ve always known. You and she were never meant to be. And it’s not that I didn’t like her I just knew you were never good enough for her.”
“She’s the heiress of the Whitmore Family. You were never on her level. Tiffany is a better fit fo you. Settle down. Live a quiet, ordinary life.”
Damon’s eyes widened. His voice cracked. “You… You knew who Elena really was this whole time?”
His mother sighed and finally stopped pretending.
“She was foolish. She gave up a privileged life just to be with you.”
“You’re my son, I know exactly who you are. That’s why I pushed for the divorce. It was to set her free.”
‘She’s happy now, with Leo. Let her go. Just let her be happy.”
That day, the abortion didn’t happen. Damon was devastated. He wandered to the old neighborhood where we once lived and collapsed drunkenly on the doorstep of what used to be our home.
He spent an outrageous amount of money trying to buy the house back. But when the deal went through, he walked in only to find every trace of our past erased.
The rooms had been completely renovated. Not a single memory remained. He stood in the unfamiliar space and laughed bitterly.
“So this is what it feels like… carving a mark on a boat to find a sword.”
“Elena… I regret it. I truly regret everything.”
Half a month later, Leo and I returned from our honeymoon. On the ride home, we saw a
Chapter 10
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breaking news alert.
Tiffany, pregnant and hysterical, was standing on the edge of a rooftop, live–streaming to tens of thousands of viewers.
Tears streamed down her face.
“If you won’t marry me, I’ll jump taking this child with me!”
“Damon, this baby is yours! You can’t walk away from this!”
No one knew how much time had passed.
But then Damon appeared drunk, disheveled and staggering toward her. He stood beside her and gave a broken, twisted smile.
“You ruined me. You made me lose Elena forever.”
“If we can’t be happy in this life… then let’s die together.” Then he reached out and pulled Tiffany into an embrace.
Just as he leaned forward, ready to fall, Tiffany panicked. Her survival instincts kicked in and she struggled wildly.
“No–no! Help me!!” But it was too late.
They plummeted like two shattered birds falling from the sky.
I gasped, frozen in place. But before I could see more, a pair of warm hands covered my eyes.
“Don’t look.” Leo’s voice was calm but heavy.
“That was their choice. All we can do now is accept it… and let them go.”
I nodded silently, tears threatening to fall. Then I turned to the driver.
“Take us home.”
The past… it’s just a cloud, drifting further and further away. And now, it’s time to let it go.
(The End)
