Chapter 22
On the twins‘ sixth birthday, Mr. Moretti planned to throw them a celebration party.
Isabella had specifically taken two days off from work, and the family of four arrived at the estate a day early.
Just as the party was about to begin, the castle cake they’d ordered days ago still hadn’t arrived.
Lucius wanted to drive to the bakery to check on it, but Isabella refused to let him leave, preferring to have the staff make two simple cakes instead.
But he knew the children had been looking forward to that castle cake for so long–he didn’t want to disappoint them.
Grandfather Moretti, who doted on his granddaughters, also urged him to hurry there and back, but Isabella still wouldn’t agree.
Lucius was about to try persuading her when he noticed her slightly trembling hands and the anxiety in her eyes. His heart softened, and he put down the keys.
“It’s supposed to be a happy birthday. What’s wrong? If you don’t want me to go, then I won’t. Can you try to relax a little?”
Only then did Isabella gradually calm down, though she still wouldn’t let go of his hand.
She remembered perfectly that in her past life, Lucius had died in a car accident on the children’s sixth birthday.
This lifetime had taken a different path, but she didn’t dare take any chances.
She’d already experienced the agony of losing the people she loved most once before.
This time, no matter what, she had to keep him by her side.
When the two little girls learned their castle cake couldn’t be delivered, their faces fell. They held hands and sat on the garden swing, sighing dramatically.
Ronan, who had just returned, saw them and smiled tenderly,
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He approached with carefully prepared gifts, wanting to surprise them, when he overheard their
conversation.
“Why won’t Mommy let Daddy go get our cake?”
“I don’t know either. But if Mommy says no, Daddy will definitely listen to her.”
“Oh well, maybe next year we can ask Daddy to buy us a new one. By then we’ll be a year older, so the castle will definitely be prettier and bigger!”
Hearing this, something stirred in Ronan’s heart.
“What cake?”
Both little girls saw him and threw themselves into his arms, calling him “Uncle Ronan” as they told
him about the cake situation in their sweet, childish voices.
Ronan nodded and handed them their presents, ruffling their hair.
“Well, you two be good and wait here at home. Uncle will go get your cake for you.”
But the girls didn’t immediately agree. Instead, they each took one of his hands.
“You don’t have to, Uncle Ronan. Mommy said we’ll just eat regular cake today. If she finds out, she’ll
definitely be upset.”
“Yeah, Uncle Ronan, if you go now you’ll miss us blowing out the candles, and then there won’t be
enough cake!”
Looking at their adorable, mischievous faces, for a split second Ronan almost saw two little Isabellas standing before him.
He could never forget the image of her as a child, following behind him and calling “Ronan! Ronan!”
over and over.
But sadly, none of that could ever come back.
He closed his eyes briefly, hiding the emotions there, and forced out a smile.
‘It’s okay. Just don’t tell Mommy, and Uncle will go get your cake. But you have to promise to secretly
save Uncle a piece of birthday cake!”
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After the three of them pinky–promised, Ronan left with the car keys.
Just before walking out the door, something made him turn back for one last look. He saw Isabella leading the two children back to the living room.
She still looked just like she had at twenty–time seemed to have left no trace on her.
But Ronan knew everything was different now.
She no longer belonged to him.
Only after her figure disappeared behind the door did Ronan get in his car with a heavy heart.
The weather was overcast today. He watched the distance on his GPS gradually shrink as he waited
at traffic lights.
When he looked up again, a beat–up car had pulled up in the right lane and rolled down its window.
He instinctively turned his head, and when he saw that gaunt, skeletal face,
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