A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1446

Later on, Zephyr, guided by his heart and that dream, willingly became a stand-in for Caleb, never insisting that Katharine call him by his true name-Zephyr.

He met Katharine and became Caleb, immersing himself in Caleb’s likes and dislikes until he was indistinguishable from the man. On restless nights, he would gaze at Katharine and wonder if he was truly Caleb or if he was still Zeph.

It was years later, after bearing two children for him, that Katharine realized he wasn’t Caleb. She fled from him like one escaping a flood or a wild beast, vowing never to see him again.

Only then did Zephyr stop questioning his identity. He knelt before Katharine, desperately trying to convince her he was Caleb, who had merely lost his memories, begging her not to leave him.

By that time, Katharine had come to recognize who stood before her. Her clarity dawned from having unwittingly fallen for Zephyr, someone other than Caleb. The realization terrified her.

She felt she had betrayed Caleb, having vowed to dedicate her heart to only one for a lifetime, yet she had fallen for another so easily and even borne his children. What was she to do about her Caleb?

Katharine was tormented, barely living. Zephyr was no less affected. Their lives had become entwined through this twist of fate. It was only when Katharine forgave herself that they found peace together.

Even having accepted Zephyr and not Caleb, Katharine couldn’t forget her past love. Every year on the anniversary of his death, she would take their children to visit his grave, perhaps so Caleb could see the child he never knew.

bound by a sense of debt to Caleb and the child she had left behind, a life not entirely happy, yet comforted by Caleb’s

Katharine still prayed that in the next life, she would meet Caleb again and promised

time.

And

a glass of honey water, stirring it before handing

took the glass, sipping gently, then looked

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water is always the

him Caleb, Zephyr’s heart skipped a beat, a bitter sweetness he couldn’t resist, “If you like it, come to

for you.”

the bamboo table, and kissed

“I’ve told you, I’m considering monastic life; you shouldn’t

teased back, “You’ve entered my life, and as for the monastery, I’m

avoided her gaze, concentrating instead on the tea leaves he was steeping, “If I hadn’t considered a spiritual path, I would