She Woke Up After Eight Years To Find Her Husband Had A New Wife Chapter 11

She Woke Up After Eight Years To Find Her Husband Had A New Wife Chapter 11

Lucian was still pleading. “Isolde, can we start over? Please?” 

“I’ll do better. I’ll be better. To you and Caleb.” 

“I’ll make up for everything. All eight years. I swear.” 

looked down at him, still kneeling on the ground, and 

suddenly laughed. 

“Lucian, do you remember what he did to me that day in your 

house?” 

Lucian was speechless. 

“He hit me. He cursed at me. He told me to go die.” I said each 

word clearly. 

“He’s only eight years old, and he already learned how to hate 

me.” 

“So tell me what bond? What mother and child bond could 

possibly be left after that?” 

His face went pale. He tried to say something, but no sound 

came out. 

Vanessa could no longer hold back. Her voice turned sharp. 

“Lucian, have you lost your mind? Get up!” 

“Do you have any idea how pathetic you look right now?” 

She grabbed Caleb’s hand and turned to leave immediately. 

Lucian stayed where he was, watching them walk away. 

Then he looked at me. He seemed lost and unsure of what to 

do next. 

“Isolde…” 

Marcus kicked him away without hesitation. “Don’t you ever say her name again.” 

He escorted me into the car and slammed the door shut. 

The vehicle slowly started moving, leaving the hospital 

behind. 

I turned to the window. 

He was still there—a small, dark shape on the pavement. 

Smaller. Smaller. 

Until the traffic swallowed him whole. 

“Where to?” Marcus asked. 

I looked out at the unfamiliar city and suddenly felt that 

nothing really mattered anymore. 

“Anywhere. Anywhere but here.” 

Marcus was silent for a moment. 

Then he said, “Come with me. We can go abroad. I’ll find you 

the best doctor.” 

“And I–I’m not leaving you again. Not ever.” 

The car merged onto the highway. The city skyline faded further and further in the rearview mirror. 

I closed my eyes, and tears slid down my cheeks. 

Eight years. A lifetime. A dream that had become a nightmare. 

But I was awake now. Finally awake. 

And I still had this–the will to begin again.