His Human Luna Managed to Get Away Chapter 11

His Human Luna Managed to Get Away Chapter 11 The Truth Unravels

When Soren returned to the Shaw estate, he had wasted away to a shadow of himself

He shut himself away inside Nia’s walk-in closet, his knuckles white as he cling to the white nightgown shed worn for the last time

The hem still bore the bloodstains from the day she fell down the stairs-now dried to a dark brown. like

an ugly scar.

Mr. Shaw. The butler knocked lightly at the door. “The young master’s one-month celebration

‘Get out!

A vase smashed against the door, shattering into pieces.

Soren’s eyes were bloodshot. He buried his face deep into the nightgown Nia had worn.

He sniffed frantically at the lingering scent, but it had faded to almost nothing.

Footsteps retreated outside. He staggered to his feet and walked to the mirror.

The man in the reflection was gaunt beyond recognition, his jaw covered in stubble.

The mating bond mark below his collarbone was crusted with blood-he had cut it open again and again with a knife every time the longing became unbearable.

Nia…” He balled the nightgown up and pressed it to his chest, sobbing. “I miss you so much…”

Downstairs, the one-month celebration was in full swing.

Rhea held the baby, a proper smile fixed on her face.

Soren’s mother greeted guests, her voice dripping with pride. “This is the Shaw family’s heir!”

No one uttered a word of Nia-she who had fallen to her end. To all present, she might as well have never existed.

Soren stood in the shadow of the staircase, staring at the noisy chaos below, Agony sliced clean through his

heart.

“Soren!” Rhea’s eyes lit up when she laid eyes on him, hurrying toward him with the newborn pressed to her chest. “Look at your son-he smiled today…”

Soren took a step back, as if recoiling from something filthy.

“Don’t touch me!” His voice was hoarse. He fled back to the bedroom he had shared with Nia.

Rhea’s face went deathly pale.

Late at night, in the master bedroom.

jolted awake from another mightmare

In the dream. Nia kept taqng the same words Once I’m dead. I really won’t make a fuss anymore

He sat up, soaked through with icy sweat On instinct, his hand shot out for the empty space beside him-

Empty Cold

Then, from the nursery next door, he heard fain-voices.

So late at night-who was Rhea talking to?

On impulse, he walked over barefoot.

The door was slightly ajar. Rhea was speaking in low voices with afmiddle-aged couple. Soren recognized them-her parents.

‘Relax. Tricking that old woman is simple.” Rhea sounded thoroughly pleased with herself. “Once she thought I was carrying her grandson, she couldn’t wait to get rid of that b*tch Nia!”

Soren’s blood turned to ice.

‘Come to think of it, we owe it all to that icy lake more than ten years ago.” Rhea’s father chuckled. “If you hadn’t been clever enough to pretend to save Soren, you’d never have gotten close to him.”

The icy lake?!

Soren’s mind went blank. The girl who saved him back then-it wasn’t Rhea?!

Anyway, this baby isn’t even a Shaw.” Rhea’s mother lowered her voice. “Once we get the inheritance_`

Bam!

The door was kicked open.

Soren stood motionless, killing rage simmering in his stare. “Say that again.”

The bottle in Rhea’s hand hit the floor with a clatter.

Over the next half hour, Soren learned everything.

The baby was with Rhea and a bodyguard.

Even her claim that she needed “the father’s scent to calm the baby” during pregnancy was nothing but a lie to drive a wedge between him and Nia.

But what destroyed him most was his own mother’s role.

“The old lady knew Nia was carrying your child all along.” Rhea knelt on the floor, trembling. “When you left after Nia fell down the stairs, she secretly gave Nia an abortion shot…”

It hit Soren all at once-the blood spreading under Nia, and the utter despair in her eyes.

And what had be done?

He had abandoned Nia, arried Rhead the hospital, and left Nia lying alone on the cold floor.

“Ha… haha…”

He laughed. The laugh was hoarse, like weeping.

He had always claimed to love Nia-but he had pushed her into hell by Prand.

Having banished Rhea and her household from the estate, Soren combed every corner of the chambers in wild desperation, chasing any lingering sign of Nia.

He fell to his knees and buried his face deep in the last sweater she had worn.

The scent on the fabric was so faint it was almost gone, but he clung to it like a drowning man to driftwood.

He went through everything she might have touched-the halfused hand cream on the vanity, the neatly olded scarves in the drawer, even the hair tie she had left behind that he fished out of the trash.

Every single item he gathered gently into his arms, as if that could piece together a whole Nia.

Then his fingertips touched a hardbound notebook at the very back of the closet.

Soren mechanically opened it to the first page. His pupils contracted violently.

Patient Name: Nia Reed”