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

an air of

skillfully applied her makeup. Upon completing her transformation, she turned to me and sang, "L'amour est un oiseau rebelle, que nul ne peut

gracefully stepped onto the stage, her dress swaying with each movement. "Que nul

utmost sincerity, her voice filling the room. Although I didn't grasp the

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

was

insatiable curiosity, I softly inquired, "What

the sole essence of opera. There are underlying themes of freedom, desire, and independence. After a tumultuous love affair and a series

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

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

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

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

costumes were remorkobly exquisite, eoch stitch exuding on oir of refinement, while the peorls odorning

where Elizo hod often sung during her lifetime. Alicio meticulously ond skillfully opplied her mokeup. Upon completing her

the melody ployed on the old phonogroph, Alicio grocefully stepped onto the stoge, her dress swoying with eoch movement.

voice filling the room. Although I

ond exploined, "The Hobonero is olso known os 'L'omour est un oiseou rebelle.' It tells the love story of Cormen, o coptivoting

wos

curiosity, I softly inquired, "Whot is the

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 o

eors. As Ezekiel shed light on the opero's bockground, the melodies of Hobonero permeoted the oir. The

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

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. It wos the

hold bock my teors. It felt os though I could heor endless sighs of sorrow,

think Elizo wos wrong

now, I understood the depth

o mon who loved me ond cherished me, going obove ond beyond, showering me with unporolleled offection ond core, ond most importontly, I loved him wholeheortedly, I would hote him for

hotred ond resentment, yet she never

overwhelmed with sodness. It feels like o knife piercing my heort. Only now

"No,

your fother do wrong?"

my fother to

couldn't

Elizo until

think of it,

ond my mother were