He Thought I Loved Him, I Only Loved His Face Chapter 27

He Thought I Loved Him, I Only Loved His Face Chapter 27

Piper raised the knife with everything she had. She didn’t care anymore. She just stabbed. Again. Again. Toward Rowan.

Rowan’s eyes lost focus. His body gave out. He fell backward.

Piper watched him hit the ground. Slowly, she released the knife.

Rowan’s consciousness dimmed.

The searing pain drifted further away.

He felt like he was sinking into a whirlpool. Weightless.

His eyes wouldn’t open.

The world became a blur of fractured images. Black and white. Flickering.

Through the haze, he thought he saw Maya walking toward him.

She was wearing the dress from the first time they met. Her expression resolute. Asking if he wanted to come home with her.

Rowan reached for her.

He couldn’t reach her.

More precisely, he had lost all ability to move.

Cold surrounded him. Endless.

He could feel the blood leaving his body.

Only one hot tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Maya learned of Rowan’s death two weeks later.

Nora mentioned it casually while they were out shopping. Said Rowan had died unexpectedly. No other details.

That was all the Cross family made public.

Even the funeral was rushed. Quiet.

Maya felt a tremor in her chest.

She’d been buried in the new project lately. She rarely followed news from New York.

When she and Nora talked about the past, they both avoided it by silent agreement.

Nora didn’t want to upset her.

Maya genuinely didn’t want to revisit it.

That whole period of her life felt like a vivid dream she remembered too clearly. Lodged somewhere deep.

The name Rowan Cross had begun to fade. Like a scene from an old film. Colors draining.

She thought he would move on eventually. Do what his family expected. Inherit the group. Keep being the carefree, untouchable Mr. Cross. Build his own company. Realize his ambitions.

She never imagined it would end like this.