Revenge of the Missing Wife Chapter 17

Revenge of the Missing Wife Chapter 17

“I’m sorry… Eleanor… I really… I’m sorry…” 

Install 

AD 

+218 Coins 

I heard that in that dim private room, his voice hoarse, he repeated those words countless times. But the one person who should have heard them was already thousands of miles away, beginning a new life. 

Tears blurred his vision. In the haze, he seemed to see the first time he had met me. 

It had been an ordinary summer afternoon. A sudden sunshower fell over New York. 

I hadn’t brought an umbrella. My white dress was soaked through in seconds, clinging to my body, turning faintly translucent. 

Embarrassed, I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to cover up. Heavy raindrops kept falling, drenching me completely. 

He had been driving past in his Aston Martin. He glanced at me once-and that single glance held him there. His heart began to pound uncontrollably. In that instant, he knew he had fallen in love. 

So he pulled over, rolled down the window, and said, “Hey, need a ride? Looks like you could use some help.” 

I looked up at the sound of his voice. The moment our eyes met, his heart nearly leapt out of his chest. His mind went blank. The world fell silent except for the sound of his own heartbeat. 

But to me, he was just a young stranger. 

I grew wary immediately and refused without hesitation. 

“No, thank you. I’m fine.” 

When I turned to leave, he panicked at the thought of losing the chance. For the first time in his life, he acted without 

estraint. He grabbed my hand, insisted I get into the car, and draped his coat over my shoulders. 

“Don’t worry. I won’t get in. The rain should stop soon. 

And just like that, he stood outside in the rain, letting it soak his expensive suit. 

He even forgot that there was an umbrella in the trunk. 

Maybe love had come too suddenly. He forgot everything-except the desire to stay near me just a little longer. 

After that, he shamelessly asked for my contact information. He investigated my routines. He engineered countless 

Chapter 17 

Install 

AD 

+218 Coins 

“chance encounters” on and around the campus of Yale University. And like a foolish young man, he confessed to me over and over again. 

The day I finally said yes, he believed he was the happiest man in the world. 

Before that, Landon had never imagined he could love someone this deeply. 

After all, his parents had been a warning. 

His father, the elder Mr. Blackwood, was a man incapable of love. 

He drifted from woman to woman, searching for the feeling of love, yet never offering any sincerity in return. 

Until he met Landon’s mother-a beautiful woman who already loved someone else. 

He didn’t love her. He simply wanted to possess her. 

So he used the full power of the Blackwood family to tear her away from the man she loved, forced her into marriage, and forced her to bear a child-him. 

His mother could not accept that she had given birth to the child of the man she hated. Yet she had no way to escape. 

One winter afternoon, right in front of him, she ended her own life. 

He had been a child, watching it all-the death of his mother, and the cold, twisted expression on his father’s face. 

For a long time, Landon believed he would become just like his father-someone who could never truly love. 

But now he had become a fusion of both his parents. 

Like his mother, he had loved someone deeply. 

Like his father, he had used possession and control to destroy the person he loved most. 

Overwhelmed by guilt, Landon kept drinking. 

Bottle after bottle piled up beside him. 

At some point, he collapsed onto the sofa, completely drunk, curling into himself like a man stripped of all security. 

Even when the alcohol triggered acute gastric bleeding, he didn’t move. 

His face was deathly pale, exposing a vulnerability he had never shown before. 

Chapter 17 

He endured the pain in silence, almost deliberately. 

Back then, when Eleanor suffered because of him… 

The pain in her heart must have been far worse than this.  

I’m sorry… 

He slowly closed his eyes, his heart utterly hollow. 

For a fleeting moment, he even wished he would just die there. 

Darkness closed in. His consciousness began to fade. 

In his haze, it felt like he had gone back in time. 

He used to have a weak stomach. Sometimes it hurt. 

I hadn’t even known how to cook, yet I had painstakingly learned recipes that were gentle on the stomach, made meals for 

him with my own hands, and fussed over him like a housewife, making sure he ate on time. 

Those ordinary moments of warmth were gone forever. 

If this was how it ended… 

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.