After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 116

Nolan's pupils contracted sharply, his fingers involuntarily clenching.

The classmate went on, "Then Evangeline showed up, and get this-Aurelia actually pushed you into her arms and told her to take the credit for saving you. I couldn't wrap my head around it. If Aurelia was really the monster everyone made her out to be, why the hell would she risk her life to save yours? And then why give someone else the glory?"

Nolan's mind flashed back to that night.

He remembered waking up with Evangeline by his bedside, her eyes filled with

concern.

She had told him she had risked her life to save him from the fire. And he had never once questioned it.

"You're certain... it was Aurelia who saved me?" Nolan's voice was rough.

The classmate nodded firmly. "I saw it with my own eyes. There's no mistake."

Nolan's heart sank as unbidden images of Aurelia's pale face appeared in his mind.

The scars on her back, her cold responses, her unflinching admission of her "cruelty"... everything suddenly connected in this moment.

"Why would she do that?" Nolan asked quietly, seemingly asking himself as much as the person who had already vanished from his life.

The classmate shook his head. "I don't know. But I've always felt that Aurelia might not be as worse as everyone made her out to be."

fell silent, a

all the memories he had forcibly locked away, came rushing back

smile, her tears, her tenderness,

malicious, why would she save him? And why give the credit

what's wrong? What

until the classmate had left that Evangeline's voice

his composure and said flatly, "Nothing. Let's go home." Evangeline nodded, taking his arm, her sweet smile returning to her

heart would never be

stood alone by the window, gazing at the

of untouched wine in his hand. The classmate's words echoed

Nolan sat alone

Aurelia's letter to her future self, which he had secretly

the weight of too many years. His fingertips

handwriting was delicate and familiar, each stroke

as

Thorne, ten

you're reading this letter, I hope you still remember Nolan Creed. That boy who always wore a serious expression, yet treated you with

still together? If so, does he still

as he used to?

u'i

your wedding, to have all the spirits of Celestial