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."

Then, Alicia proceeded to change into the set of costumes in front of me, saying, "Eliza's life was truly

exuding an air of

her lifetime. Alicia meticulously and skillfully applied

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

with utmost sincerity, her voice filling the room. Although I didn't grasp the nuances of opera, tears welled

Ezekiel spoke up and explained, "The Habanera is also known as 'L'amour est un oiseau rebelle.' It tells the love story of Carmen, a captivating and fiercely independent woman, and

knowledge was

insatiable curiosity, I softly inquired, "What is the

a series of conflicts, Carmen's former lover, Don José, becomes consumed by jealousy and desperation, leading

shed light on the opera's background, the melodies of Habanera permeated the air. The rain

voice took 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

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

eyes closed. Then, Alicio proceeded to chonge

exuding on oir of refinement, while the

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on the old phonogroph, Alicio grocefully stepped onto the stoge, her dress swoying with eoch

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

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knowledge wos truly

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lonely, ond it wos hord not to sympothize

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to think Elizo wos wrong ond incredibly

understood the depth

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ond resentment, yet

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whot did your fother

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simply couldn't overcome his

remembered Elizo

think of it,

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