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…”

as he stared at the villas ahead. How could I have been so blind, throwing away a

Hansel’s WhatsApp pinged again.

Ms. Sharon and Johnson’s chat

read another word about Sharon and Johnson; yet when he heard Hansel’s voice note,

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can disgust me with.

darkened as he

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“Johnson, make this case look real. Best if you tell Jensen my cancer cells have spread

reply 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 the hospital; I can’t do that for

I have photos and videos of us

a tightrope? If Jensen ever finds out you tricked him into marrying you with a fake cancer diagnosis, aren’t you afraid he’ll kill

has feelings for me. And even if he knows, I’ll find a way to keep him from

raw and damning–like a resounding slap across

“Sharon’s cancer… was fake?”

came through hoarse, carrying

toyed with him so easily–costing him

Jensen, I haven’t confirmed it. She’d need a

was all

logs spoke clearly enough; even more followed, showing Sharon

down, he

the estate, draw Sharon’s

“Yes, sir.”