My Fiance Has Been Married For Six Years Behind My Back Chapter 10

My Fiance Has Been Married For Six Years Behind My Back Chapter 10

When my mother woke up, she learned everything.

She cried for a long time.

For my father. For Elowen. For the years I had spent living inside a lie.

When she was done, she held my hand tightly.

“Nerissa… I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t know any of this. I kept telling you to endure… to hold on…”

I pulled her into my arms, gently patting her back.

“It’s not your fault.”

“It’s over now.”

After Cassian’s company collapsed, Delphine disappeared.

I didn’t hear anything about her for a while.

Then one day, I saw her again.

On the news.

She had followed some wealthy heir overseas.

He took everything from her-money, assets, everything-and disappeared. Left her alone in a foreign

country, with nothing.

Someone had taken photos of her.

She was working in the back of a small restaurant, wearing a grease-stained apron, washing dishes.

She looked thinner. Hollow.

The reporter asked her one question.

“Do you regret it?”

She broke down in front of the camera.

“I regret everything…”

Before she could finish, someone called her back to work.

The footage cut.

I turned off the screen.

There was no satisfaction, no pity-just something quiet and final.

She made her choices. And now she was living with them.

That was all.

As for Cassian-

I heard he left the city, moved to a small place called Brindle Creek and started a company of his own.

It wasn’t thriving. But it survived.

Barely.

Sometimes, he would send me messages.

[Wear something warm. It’s getting cold.]

[How’s your mom doing?]

[I passed by a flower shop today. They had daisies-you used to love those.]

I never replied. Not once.

One day, he sent me a photo of Elowen’s grave, a bouquet of white lilies laid in front of it, with a small strawberry shortcake beside it-her favorite.

Two messages followed.

[I went to see her today.]

[I told her I was sorry. For everything.]

I stared at the photo for a long time.

At the girl in the picture on the headstone-smiling so brightly.

My fingers hovered over the screen as I typed, deleted, and typed again, until I finally sent a single sentence.

[If she had a choice…she would never have wanted to meet you.]