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

Chapter 117

Nolan's hand tightened around the letter, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. Something seemed to crush his chest, making it difficult to breathe. Each word cut into his heart like a knife, inflicting almost unbearable pain.

"Aurelia..." he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "Why did you write these things?"

Back then, they had loved each other so deeply.

She had talked about marrying him in Tibet, having two children-a boy and a girl.

She had depended on him, loved him so completely. But why...why had things ended up like this?

Nolan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within. He knew it was shameful to keep thinking about Aurelia.

She was his mother's killer, someone he could never forgive. Yet why did his heart still drift to her involuntarily? To her smile, her tears, her tenderness, her betrayal.

"I'm so pathetic!" Nolan muttered bitterly, his fist slamming against the desk with a dull thud.

days that followed, Nolan continued his

only his assistant noticed how increasingly hollow his eyes had become,

you consider seeing a therapist?" the

his

his mouth to say more, but Nolan had

wedding preparations intensified,

night, a week before the wedding, he drank himself

alone in

with a

staring emptily ahead.

then, a figure in a spaghetti-strap dress approached and sat beside him. She carried a faint scent of perfume as her fingers gently brushed his cheek. "Nolan, why are you drinking so much alone?" Her voice was soft and familiar. Nolan looked up, and through his drunken haze, he thought he saw the figure he'd

as he pulled her

was desperate and passionate, as if he