He Made Me Draw A Lottery For Our Dead Child Chapter 08

He Made Me Draw A Lottery For Our Dead Child Chapter 08

Bastian stopped a passing nurse.

“Where are the people who were in this room?”

The nurse had apparently heard at least part of what happened to Dad, because her answer was anything but sympathetic.

“What’s the point of caring now?”

“They left hours ago.”

She rolled her eyes and walked away.

Bastian didn’t care about her attitude. He simply felt hollow.

“Left…”

He pulled out his phone and called Elowen, his palms sweating as he waited for her to answer.

The phone rang once, then twice..

Finally, an automated voice came through the line.

[The number you have dialed is no longer in service.]

Bastian went still.

He called again and again, unable to believe it.

Every attempt ended with the same message.

Elowen was gone.

She had disconnected her number.

She had left him for good.

Bastian stood outside the empty hospital room, the light fading from his eyes as pain tightened in

his chest.

He eventually returned home in a daze.

As he stepped inside, he heard pots and pans clattering in the kitchen.

Hope flared in his exhausted eyes.

It was Elowen.

It had to be.

He rushed into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around the woman standing at the stove, holding

her so tightly that his body trembled.

“Elowen.”

“I knew you wouldn’t really hold it against me. I knew you wouldn’t leave.”

“I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

He didn’t notice how rigid the woman in his arms had become.

When she turned around, confusion gave way to shock and then anger on Bastian’s face.

“Bas, it’s me,” Colette said nervously.

His relief vanished.

He released her, his expression turning cold.

“Why are you here?”

Bastian closed his eyes, realizing he had never despised Colette more than he did at that moment.

The undisguised rejection in his eyes wounded her.

“Bas, don’t you want to see me?”

Bastian struggled to contain his anger. When Colette reached for him, he shoved her away.

“Don’t touch me.”

He looked at her with open disgust.

“If it weren’t for you, Elowen and I would never have ended up like this.”

“Your marriage ended. That doesn’t give you the right to come back and cling to me.

“You have no shame.”

Colette went rigid, disbelief and humiliation flashing in her eyes.

“Bastian, how can you say that to me?”

“She doesn’t love you. I’m the one who truly loves you!”

The words only disgusted him.

“Love?”

“You loved me so much that when I was struggling, you abandoned me for a wealthy heir?”

Colette fell silent.

་་1…”

Bastian took a breath, exhaustion weighing down every word.

“Get out. I never want to see you again. Get out!”

Colette fled in tears.

Once the house fell silent again, despair and loneliness closed in on him.

Bastian stumbled back to the couch and sank down.

He lowered his head, and the tears came before he could stop them.

Only then did he fully understand what he had lost.

“I was wrong.”