Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1433

Mason pulled out a cigarette, lighting it quietly as he watched the screen, tears streaming down his face. It all happened over a decade ago; there was no way he could turn back time to save her. If only time machines were real, he'd pay any price to go back and be by her side. The cigarette burned out, yet the video kept playing. It wasn't just one clip but a series of them, pieced together, showing Tiffanie's constant encounters with violence. Mason couldn't watch any longer; even as an outsider, it was heart-wrenching. He could only imagine how shattered Tiffanie must've felt living through all that. It was a miracle she survived, maybe even a touch of divine grace. Still, he couldn't shake off the guilt of wishing for her to keep living, to truly live.

The car was steeped in silence, each swallow felt like a struggle. The floor was littered with cigarette butts, yet the video kept dragging on. It just wouldn't end. He shut off the video, burying his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling slightly. Then his phone rang. It was Tiffanie, asking where he was. Mason quickly wiped his tears. "I'm out. I'll be back soon," he replied. "Okay," she said, hanging up, her gaze lost in the living room TV.

An hour later, Mason returned with a load of groceries, saying he'd gone out to buy some fruit. Tiffanie wasn't eating much these days, though she wasn't feeling nauseous anymore. Still, she wouldn't eat unless reminded.

So, Mason set up alarms in the kitchen for meal times, gently nudging Tiffanie to eat. He even sliced the fruit into daily portions, ensuring that each meal included a bit of his effort.

busy

shuffled over in her

cooking, looked like an artist perfecting his masterpiece. His hands moved with grace,

tasted just as good.

different. He wouldn't meet her eye, a knot of anxiety twisting in her stomach. Had he discovered what she feared most? If

checking yesterday's trash. Thankfully, the computer was still there, and right on cue, the garbage truck arrived, whisking away

but Tiffanie couldn't sleep, feeling restless from eating too much. She slipped out to the balcony, staring out

calling her name, his voice shifting from confusion to panic. He searched everywhere, even behind the