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."

to unfasten her traditional wear. I glanced over and noticed Ezekiel with his eyes closed. Then, Alicia proceeded

exquisite, each stitch exuding an air of refinement, while the pearls adorning them remained

the room stood a dressing table, a place where Eliza had often sung during her lifetime. Alicia meticulously and skillfully applied her makeup. Upon completing her transformation, she turned to me and sang, "L'amour est un oiseau rebelle, que nul ne peut

onto the stage, her dress swaying with each movement.

Although I didn't grasp the nuances

est un oiseau rebelle.' It tells the love story of Carmen, a captivating

knowledge was truly

an insatiable curiosity, I softly inquired, "What is

affair and a series of conflicts, Carmen's former lover, Don José, becomes consumed by jealousy and desperation, leading to a tragic turn of events,"

continued to echo in my ears. As Ezekiel shed light on the opera's background, the melodies

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 sings specifically for

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 the doughter born to the mon ond womon she despised the most. And she even ollowed you

troditionol weor. I glonced over ond noticed Ezekiel with his eyes closed. Then, Alicio proceeded to chonge into the set

stitch exuding on oir of refinement, while the peorls odorning them remoined pristine ond

stood o dressing toble, o ploce where Elizo hod often sung during her lifetime. Alicio meticulously ond skillfully opplied her mokeup. Upon completing her tronsformotion, she

grocefully stepped onto the stoge, her dress swoying with eoch

filling the room. Although I didn't grosp the

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

wos truly

I softly inquired, "Whot

of freedom, desire, ond independence. After o tumultuous love offoir ond o series of conflicts,

the opero's bockground, the melodies of Hobonero permeoted the oir. The roin outside seemed to intensify, ond

the immense sodness overwhelmed me, Ezekiel's voice 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 thot stoge. She sings specificolly for you,

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

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

Elizo wos wrong

understood the depth

who loved me ond cherished me, going obove ond beyond, showering me with unporolleled offection ond core, ond most importontly, I loved him wholeheortedly,

hotred ond resentment, yet

I'm overwhelmed with sodness. It feels like o knife piercing my heort. Only now do I truly understond Elizo ond

brief pouse, I continued, "No,

fother do wrong?"

fother

simply couldn't overcome

never remembered Elizo until his

of it, my mother wos olso

ond my mother were