A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1314

Eleanor had laid out her cards on the table, and yet the answer she was given was a cold shoulder. She felt a sense of defeat, a smirk playing on her lips, “There should be a reason for your betrayal, right?” right?”

Sophie clung to Berard’s arm, resting her head on his shoulder, “Can’t you see, he’s with me now.”

A scomful laugh escaped Eleanor’s lips, “How can he be with you when he despises you so much. If you want to get rid of me, just do it. Don’t disgust him, or me.”

Sophie didn’t seem perturbed by Eleanor’s words, she simply lifted her fair hand and gently caressed her belly, “Yes, he despised me once, but things have changed. I’m bearing his child, so he should bear some responsibility…”

Eleanor’s body, which she had been forcing herself to keep upright, froze instantly. From her hands to her feet, a chill ran through her body. The belief that ‘he was doing this to protect me’ collapsed abruptly in her mind.

Her disbelieving gaze moved from Sophie’s smug face to Bernard’s, “Tell me it’s not true, and I will believe you.”

Bernard, drenched in cold sweat from the pain, was listening to the ticking of a countdown in his head, simultaneously looking past her face to the red laser sight behind her head.

glare of the light, replaced by an even

her way out,

hear anything, all she could hear was the rhythmic beating of her own heart.

much. It felt as if it was ripped apart, bleeding under the scorching sun, the burning sensation was unbearable, bringing tears to

you have no choice, but because you made a mistake

at the man in front of her who had wronged her, and said, “I

‘also’ made her feel like a third wheel. Yet, facing these

eyes still fixed on Bernard. She wanted to see how he would react, but he was just looking at her indifferently.

would be overjoyed to learn she was pregnant and would twirl her around in his arms. None of that happened, only indifference and detachment.

he had abandoned her with just a piece of agreement. So, Eleanor understood, he had chosen to abandon her once again,

flipping it open to the first page. She found herself remembering

February 14th, Valentine’s Day, the groom Bernard, the bride Eleanor, united in matrimony, till death do us part, for a hundred