Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right by PASSION

Chapter 901

Domenic raised his wrist, the moonlight casting a somber glow on the rosewood bracelet, a silent witness to their unraveling love story.

With a heavy heart, he removed the bracelet, his fingers exerting just enough force to snap the delicate string, causing the beads to scatter at Lindsey’s feet.

“Do you believe it now?” Domenic’s voice emerged from the shadows, cold and devoid of warmth as he turned away, hiding his face from her gaze.

Lindsey’s gaze fell upon the beads strewn across the ground, each one a symbol of her prayers, her hopes, and her love for Domenic.

For a month, she had visited the church, beseeching God to bless the bracelet, to protect Domenic, and to ensure their happiness together.

Now, seeing it destroyed and discarded by his own hand, she felt a numbness settle over her as if the pain had rendered her incapable of feeling anything at all.

She observed the beads, once so carefully strung together, now bouncing and rolling away, disappearing into the grass, lost forever.

Lindsey’s smile was tinged with self-mockery as she slowly released her grip.

“I see,” she murmured, her voice carrying a sense of solitude that seemed to dissipate in the air.

With a gentle, almost melancholic laugh, she continued, “I… I now let you go.

”

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Domenic’s heart skipped a beat

shut, he stood frozen, his hand that had broken the bracelet trembling ever so slightly in the still

not turn

he glimpsed her sorrowful and disappointed expression, he would

couldn’t bear the thought that all he had

heart, Domenic departed without uttering another single

from stone, as she pinched her fingers until

sight, she crumpled against the pillar of the pavilion, her strength giving

to mock her, their presence a painful

and onto the ground of the pavilion, as

of serene beauty, mow seemed cloaked in sorrow, its gentle glow overshadowed by the weight

his seat, his heart heavy with the weight of his

her absence only deepened

note

glanced at his watch, his voice barely above a whisper as

something to attend to

done with dinner, let’s

I’ll drive you home.

”

glance with Reece before her gaze

Miss Stewart hasn’t

.

air, a subtle undercurrent beneath her