When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 235 Natalie Deserves Better

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Jensen immediately realized where Natalie was living. The hillside villas–every plot of land there belonged to the Stone family. Many people had tried to buy property in that area, but money alone wasn’t enough; you also needed connections.

Connections the Stone family recognized.

At present, that entire villa district was private territory; without Natalie’s permission, he couldn’t even get past the gates at the base of the hill.

Still, Jensen drove straight to the hillside estate.

As expected, he was stopped at the entrance.

The villas stood so close before him, yet he couldn’t reach her. For the first time, Jensen felt the distance between himself and Natalie–so near, yet impossibly far.

He pulled his car to the side, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and dragged in a deep inhale; the smoke burned his throat, sending him into a fit of coughing.

It had been years since he’d smoked.

He had first picked it up with Sharon.

Back then, he thought it was cool–and Sharon liked it.

After his accident, when the doctors forbade it, he had quit.

Over time, Jensen nearly forgot the feeling.

But now, as smoke clawed at his lungs, the pain made even his chest ache.

“Natalie…”

the villas ahead. How could I have been so blind, throwing away a woman who loved me wholeheartedly, all for trash like

Hansel’s WhatsApp pinged again.

I found this in Ms. Sharon and Johnson’s

had no desire to read another word about Sharon and Johnson; yet when he heard Hansel’s voice note, he couldn’t help

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Natalie Deserves

what else she can disgust me with.

darkened as he

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tell Jensen my cancer cells have spread and I need family

was blunt: “Ms. Sharon, to fake metastasis you’d need a real cancer patient’s case file. Right now we don’t have one at

were in this together. You think you can walk away now? Don’t forget, I have photos and videos of us sleeping together. If you don’t do what I

with you, and you insist on pretending you’re terminally ill? Do you realize you’re walking a tightrope? If Jensen ever finds

if he knows, I’ll find a way to

glared back at Jensen, raw and damning–like a resounding slap across

“Sharon’s cancer… was fake?”

hoarse, carrying

toyed with him so easily–costing him the woman

need a

all Hansel could

the chat logs spoke clearly enough; even more followed, showing Sharon urging Johnson to falsify

no longer doubted; deep down, he knew it was

to the estate, draw Sharon’s blood, run a full exam–say it’s

“Yes, sir.”