Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death

At Dewberry Manor, Xavier lounged on the living room couch after returning home and didn't bother turning on the lights.

He was so worn out that he massaged his temples while resting. Yet, his eyes soon snapped wide open as he abruptly woke from his sleep.

It was odd because he'd had another nightmare. Not to mention, it was about Yvette.

He couldn't believe he had dreamt about Yvette dying and that it had felt so real. When he looked at his phone, he realized it was only 4:00 am.

It was the end of their cool-off period, and they agreed to finalize their divorce together today.

Xavier couldn't help but text Yvette. "Don't forget that we're finalizing our divorce today."

Yvette was on the brink of losing her consciousness when she received that text.

Even so, she forced herself to send a voice message in response. "Sorry, I might not make it... But don't worry. We'll definitely get a divorce." Her death naturally meant their marriage would no longer be in effect.

Xavier inexplicably exhaled in relief while listening to

Yvette's voice message. He had known it. How could Yvette be dead? He believed that she wouldn't be willing to end her life or their marriage.

With that thought, he called her

For the past few years, Yvette had seldom received calls from Xavier. He had always been straightforward and never beaten around the bush. So, he had rarely called her and had only texted. Yvette answered the ell, but Xavier's frosty tone rang out before she could speak.

He said, "My patience is limited, Yvette. You're the one who wanted a divorce.

"Do you regret our marriage because I didn't give you money? I bet 300 million dollars isn't possibly enough to satisfy you into marrying someone new."

Yvette's throat constricted, and she could no longer hear what else he had to say.

Ultimately, she refused to admit to things she had never done. She willed her last bit of strength to say, "I never cared about y-your money throughout my m-marriage to you, Xav! "A-Also, I'm n-not divorcing you because of money! Y-You might not b-believe this, but I still w-want to say it. I didn't k -know about my mother and brother breaking the contract b -back then... "I-I won't marry anyone for 300 million dollars e-either!"

She stuttered a lot.

Xavier could hear the intense wind and rain from her end of the call. "Where are you now?"

Yvette couldn't hear him anymore. Instead, she held her

phone tightly while repeating, "I-If I had known about what m-my mother and brother had done, I-I wouldn't have

chosen t-to marry you...

"I-If I had known that y-you had always loved D-Daphne, I- I wouldn't have married you either...ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"I-If I had known th my dad would get into a car accident on o-our wedding day, i wouldn't have m-married you!"

She repeated the phrase, "wouldn't have married you."

Xavier could tell how aggrieved she had felt all these years from the way she spoke. Likewise, he detected how much she regretted marrying him.

All at once, he felt like something had lodged at the back of his throat, and he could barely breathe.

"What right do you have to regret our marriage? Weren't you the one who cried and begged to marry me back then?" Shockingly, his deep voice was a little hoarse. Meanwhile, Yvette's voice grew softer, so much so that Xavier could barely hear her anymore. He yelled, "Yvette! Where are you now?"

Yvette didn't answer him.

All he heard were her last words, "The truth is... I hope you can be happy..."

Then, a thud sounded as Yvette's phone slipped from her hands.

The rainwater drenched it, and its screen gradually dimmed.

At Dewberry Manor, Xavier looked at the disconnected call

on his phone, panicking.

He tried calling Yvette back but only heard the emotionless automated response. "Sorry, your call cannot be connected at this time. Please try again later."

He stood to grab his coat, wore it, and turned to head out. However, he froze at e door, thinking that Yvette was likely up to something.

They were about to be divorced. So, why would her affairs concern him?

Still, Yvette's words continued to echo in his mind. "I-If I had known about what m-my mother and brother had done, I -I wouldn't have chosen t-to marry you...

"I-If I had known that y-you had always loved D-Daphne, I- I wouldn't have married you either...

"I-If I had known that my dad would get into a car accident on o-our wedding day, I wouldn't have m-married you!"

Xavier turned around. Before he knew it, he was outside Yvette's old room. It had been over a month since she had left this room. He opened the door and entered the dark

space.

The atmosphere inside felt oppressive and heavy.

Even after Xavier turned on the lights, Yvette's room seemed empty. She hadn't left behind any personal belongings.

Xavier sat down, opened the bedside table's drawer, and found a small notebook. Only one sentence was written in the notebook. "I believe those who choose to leave after the most miserable experiences do so because they have gone

through countless internal struggles before ultimately deciding to leave."

A scoff came from Xavier as he read the elegant handwriting. "Miserable? Am I not miserable for having to be with you all these years?"

He threw the noteboo' into the trash can. Yet, as he turned to leave, he found himse.. going back and neatly setting the book back on the bedside table. After that, he couldn't fall asleep again.

On the other hand, Claude didn't get much rest either. He felt like Yvette had been behaving strangely during the past two days, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

Like Xavier, he was awake around 4:00 am; he had received a call from Viola at that time. "Claude, could you help me check on Yvette? I just had a weird dream." Claude sat upright. "What dream?"

"I dreamt something happened to Yvette. She came to me all drenched from the rain, telling me not to forget to pick her up and drive her home..." Viola unknowingly teared up as she spoke.

"I'm worried that something happened to her. She didn't answer her phone when I called. A few days ago, she also told me to pick her up on the 15th. Something feels off..."

Upon hearing that, Claude reflected on Yvette's recent behavior and got dressed immediately. "Don't worry. I'll head to her now.".

Claude lived close to Yvette, so he reached her place in ten minutes. He opened the door but found the inside of her unit eerily empty. The door to Yvette's bedroom wasn't even shut, and the inside was empty. She wasn't there.

Claude wondered wh

she could have gone at this hour.

There were two letters beside the pillow. Claude picked them up, opened them, and realized they were wills. One was for him.

It read, "I've transferred the rental fees to your bank

account, Claude. Thank you for taking care of me these past few days.

"Did you know? I never made any friends after I came to

Tirion. Before we reunited, I thought I was a failure because I didn't have a single friend.

"Luckily, we crossed paths, and you made me realize I'm not as bad as I thought. For that, I thank you so much...

"Don't be sad. I'm merely going to be with my dad now. He'll look after me."

The other letter was for Viola. Claude opened it and saw the address where Viola was supposed to pick Yvette up. He

sprinted out the door at once.

The western suburbs weren't far from there. The journey would only take around 20 minutes by car. Even so, Claude felt the drive took longer than usual.

He couldn't understand why Yvette, whom he believed to be a

talented, brilliant star, would choose to do something like this.

Yara was also on her way to the western suburbs at that moment. However, she was going there to take Yvette to the latter's wedding in exchange for 300 million dollars.

It rained heavily at the cemetery in the western suburbs.

Yvette had fallen over in front of the tombstone while

raindrops fiercely struck her from above. Her long dress had long been drenched.

She was only skin and bones, and it seemed like she would vanish from this world at any moment.

Claude ran in the rain toward her. "Yvette!"

One could only hear the wind and rain. Yvette didn't respond.

Before Claude could carry her, he noticed the empty bottle of pills beside her. He picked her up with trembling hands and was shocked at how light she was.

"Wake up, Yvette! Don't you dare fall asleep!" He kept

talking to her while running down the hill.

"We're here, Madam Yara," said the driver.

Yara looked out the,window and saw an unfamiliar man holding Yvette in his arms.

"You sly little fox, Yvette!" she snarled with a frown. Brows

That day, Yara had donned a formal bright-colored dress for the celebration. Alas, the rain had soaked it.

Frustration crept onto Yara's creased face as she rushed to question Yvette. She was about to yell at the two when she noticed Yvette lying limply in Claude's arms.

Yvette had a ghastly

closed.

mplexion, and her eyes were tightly

"Yvette..." Yara froze on the spot.

She was about to ask what had happened when her gaze settled on the bottle of pills that got blown over to her. She hastened to pick up the bottle, only to see the words sleeping pills" on its label. That was when Yara recalled what Yvette had said a few days ago. The latter had said, "How about I return my life to you? Would that mean I no longer owe you?"

Yara's umbrella dropped to the ground as she clutched the bottle of pills and stared at Yvette in disbelief. It was unclear whether her eyes had moistened from the rain or her tears.

"You bitch! How dare you do this to me? I gave you life!"

Even her lips trembled.

Terrence sat in the car, watching Yara stand in the cemetery while it rained outside. He didn't know what was happening. When he finally ran over, he was shocked by the sight that greeted him.

He couldn't believe that Yvette had actually ended her life.

Panic shot through his veins when he snapped back to his

senses. "Mom, what do we do? I've already used Mr. Lorimer's money to start a new company!"

Upon hearing that, Claude finally understood how the once- cheerful and strong Yvette had turned out like this.

Yara balled her fists. A dark, vicious glare appeared in her eyes. She focused on Yvette while shrieking, "Why couldn't you have died after i rrying Mr. Lorimer? Why?"

Claude could no longer bear to listen to them. With red-rimmed eyes, he glowered at the two. "Get out of here! Don't make me repeat myself!"

Only then did Yara and Terrence notice Claude, whose distinguished presence could rival Xavier's.

"Who are you?" Terrence demanded. "She's my sister! What gives you the right to tell us to get lost?"

He then turned to tell Yara, "Mom, Mr. Lorimer's men were just rushing me. They said we're doomed if we don't take her there now."

Yara gradually calmed down once she heard that. She

snapped, "Take Yvette into the car. She has to get married, even if she's dead!"

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