His Amnesia Made Him Love Her; My Rebirth Made Me Leave Chapter 10

His Amnesia Made Him Love Her; My Rebirth Made Me Leave Chapter 10

It had been a long time since I’d dreamed of my past life.

But because of Alistair, I dreamed of it again-the day I died.

After Harrington Holdings went bankrupt, I hadn’t given up.

Back then, fueled by pure hatred for Alistair, I’d swallowed every bitter pill and set out to start over.

Even if the odds were one in a million, I would claw my way back to the top-and drag him down

with me.

But I never got that chance.

At the time, an important project had hit a wall.

I’d exhausted every avenue, and in the end, the only door left to knock on belonged to one of Alistair’s business partners.

That man kept me at the table for a long time. It felt like he was trying to impress Alistair, or maybe

embarrass me.

In the end, he told me to drive Alistair home.

On the way back, Alistair leaned against the seat, slightly drunk, and sneered at me. “Celestine-you really think you can drag the Harrington name back from the grave?”

The car sped along the coastal road. I held the steering wheel, my voice calm and steady.

“And why couldn’t I?”

He closed his eyes, utterly indifferent, and gave a soft laugh. “I’ll be waiting then.

He’d barely finished the sentence when a truck appeared around the bend ahead.

I hit the brakes on instinct. But the brakes failed.

In the next moment, the car carrying both of us rushed through the guardrail.

We plunged into the sea together. Neither of us survived.

The agony of seawater flooding my lungs-I jolted awake from the dream, gasping, my eyes fixed on the ceiling.

After that, I focused on a newly established project for the company.

“That wasn’t a dream. That was real.”

I pulled out a tissue and slowly, deliberately wiped the orange juice from my fingers.

Then I went on, “But this… this is how it was always supposed to go.”

“I didn’t bring you back.”

“Your leg was never treated in time. Now it’s ruined.”

“And that heir’s seat at Sterling Group? You never made it back.”

“This was your fate all along, Alistair.”

On the way back, I leaned against the car seat, drifting in and out of sleep.

In that haze, I slipped into the dream again-the old dream. Betrayal. Bankruptcy. The sea closing over my head.

I jolted awake from the dream.

Beside me, my mother was reading through some documents.

Up front, the driver kept the car moving steady and smooth.

Outside the window, the spring breeze was gentle, the sunlight warm and golden. Everything felt just as it should be.

As if every path that had strayed would eventually find its way back.

Fate, after all, would always correct itself.