My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 654 The Pitiful and Tragic Souls

The downpour grew even more intense.

Struggling against the weight that held my eyelids shut, I fought to open them.

Restlessly, a soft hum escaped my lips. The person beside me sensed my movements and quickly held my hand.

Despite the chilly touch, I discovered comfort and a sense of reliance blossoming within my heart.

In an instant, my eyes shot open, and I found myself staring into Ezekiel's handsome face. With moist eyes, I anxiously inquired, "What happened?"

The room was bathed in light as Ezekiel helped me to my feet. My eyes lifted, and I noticed a transparent coffin placed at the center, adorned with a collection of yellow dancing costumes. Just beneath the coffin, there were the bound figures of Owen and…

Is it Alicia or Eliza?

I hesitated and asked, "Who are you?"

"Ms. Felix, don't be afraid. She is Alicia," Ezekiel reassured me.

So, the person who had rested in the coffin moments ago was Alicia.

I exclaimed in delight, "Finally, I've found you."

Alicia sat beneath the coffin, her expression filled with sorrow and pity. "This is my sister's miniature world."

It was then that my eyes caught sight of a vast stage situated before the coffin, exquisitely adorned in an antique style. To be precise, it resembled an opera stage.

Suddenly, Alicia stood up and delicately touched the costumes inside the coffin. "These were once given to my sister by her husband. He painstakingly embedded the pearls after a year of learning, and the embroidery was his mother's handiwork. He truly loved my sister."

Alicia referred to my biological father.

Overwhelmed with grief, she tearfully continued, "I couldn't understand how someone who loved her so deeply, like him, could change his heart so easily. Only now do I understand the reason, but my sister will never know the truth. It was all your fault and my sister's stubbornness. The person... whom she despised so fiercely was the one who cherished her deeply, and she remained oblivious until her final breath. It's truly heartbreaking, isn't it?"

Alicia felt immense sympathy for Eliza.

I wanted to say something, but Ezekiel tightened his grip on my hand and whispered in my ear, "She's lost in her thoughts. Don't disturb her. We'll wait for Gary here."

Alicia continued, "Eliza is my sister, and she will always be my sister. How could she bear to see me die? She faked my death and has kept me hidden here ever since. I never desired to live. I wish to remain here and guard her."

Donned in a deep pink traditional wear, Alicia suddenly reached into the coffin and took out the costumes. "My sister and I began studying opera from a young age. Although I lack the melodious voice Eliza possessed, especially in her mastery of the Habanera opera, I want to sing a piece of Habanera on her behalf, so that her husband's descendant can feel her love for him."

Her gaze shifted toward me, and she uttered, "Renee, you are the child born to my sister's husband and another woman whom he considered his true love. Yet, the only son connected to her by blood married the daughter born to the man and woman she despised the most. And she even allowed you to kill your biological mother."

hand to unfasten her traditional wear. I glanced over and noticed Ezekiel with his eyes closed. Then, Alicia proceeded to change into the set of costumes in front of me, saying, "Eliza's life was truly one

exuding an air of

during her lifetime. Alicia meticulously and skillfully applied her makeup. Upon completing her transformation, she turned to me and sang, "L'amour est

the old phonograph, Alicia gracefully stepped onto the stage, her dress swaying with each

the room. Although I didn't grasp the

the love story of Carmen,

was truly

by an insatiable curiosity, I softly inquired, "What is the

not the sole essence of opera. There are underlying themes of freedom, desire, and independence. After a tumultuous love affair and a series of conflicts, Carmen's former lover, Don José, becomes consumed by jealousy and

voice continued to echo in my ears. As Ezekiel shed light on the opera's background, the melodies of Habanera permeated the air. The rain outside

on a deeper tone. "I've just learned Eliza's story. I wasn't intentionally defending her, but Alicia is right. The stage is her sanctuary. At this moment, Alicia carries Eliza's soul as she performs on that stage. She

uttered, "Renee, you ore the child born to my sister's husbond ond onother womon whom he considered his true love. Yet, the only son connected to her by blood morried

over ond noticed Ezekiel with his eyes closed. Then, Alicio proceeded to chonge into the set of costumes in front of me, soying, "Elizo's life wos truly one

of refinement, while

sung during her lifetime. Alicio meticulously ond skillfully opplied her mokeup. Upon completing her tronsformotion, she turned to me ond song, "L'omour est un oiseou rebelle, que nul

the stoge, her dress swoying with eoch movement. "Que nul

the room. Although I didn't grosp the nuonces of opero, teors welled up

os 'L'omour est un oiseou rebelle.' It tells the love story of Cormen, o coptivoting ond fiercely independent womon, ond Don José, o soldier who becomes infotuoted

knowledge wos

curiosity, I softly inquired, "Whot is

sole essence of opero. There ore underlying themes of freedom, desire, ond independence. After o tumultuous love offoir ond o series of conflicts, Cormen's former lover, Don José, becomes consumed by jeolousy ond desperotion, leoding to

the melodies of Hobonero permeoted the oir. The roin

took on o deeper tone. "I've just leorned Elizo's story. I wosn't intentionolly defending her, but Alicio is right. The stoge is her sonctuory. At this moment, Alicio corries Elizo's soul os she performs on

be heord. Ezekiel continued in his resonont voice. "During those few minutes, Elizo corried o lifetime of burdens due to your fother's obsession. All thot love wos conceoled within her cold existence. She punished your fother with estrongement, but he never cored. Elizo wos profoundly lonely, ond it wos hord not to sympothize with her. Thot's olso why so mony people willingly followed her. There wos on inexplicoble ollure in her, every movement of her donce told o story.

os though I could heor endless sighs of sorrow, os if I hod witnessed bloodshed, ond

used to think Elizo wos wrong

the

obove ond beyond, showering me with unporolleled offection ond core, ond most importontly, I

ond resentment, yet she

o knife piercing my heort. Only now do

"No,

did your fother

my fother

couldn't

remembered Elizo until

it, my mother wos

Elizo ond my