Revenge of the Missing Wife Chapter 21

Revenge of the Missing Wife Chapter 21

After learning all of this, I stood there in a daze for a long time. Only then did I realize that, buried deep in my memories, Carter Thorne had indeed appeared before. 

Back then, I had only ever seen him as one of Landon’s friends. I had never given it a second thought. 

But today, hearing his sincere confession, I felt touched-yet also unsettled. 

Did I really deserve a love that pure and genuine? 

The truth was, I didn’t love him that much. 

My relationship with Landon had drained almost everything from me. It had left me anxious, insecure, constantly afraid. 

I was terrified that if I gave my whole heart again, I would end up shattered all over again. 

I couldn’t afford another six years. 

Carter seemed to sense the fragility in me. 

He reached out, took my hand, and laced his fingers through mine. The warmth of his palm spread into mine, and slowly, my heart began to warm as well. 

His voice was gentle. 

“Don’t be afraid. Not every relationship needs a perfect ending.” 

“If love fades, then you part ways. It’s not the end of the world.” 

“And besides-you’re wonderful. You deserve the best this world has to offer.” 

“I love you because I want to. You’re more than worthy of that love.” 

His gaze was soft, like winter sunlight-warm enough to melt even the coldest ice. 

I didn’t respond. 

But something in my eyes softened. 

Seeing this, Landon felt as if his heart were being torn apart. 

His gaze locked onto our intertwined hands, fury and pain blazing in his eyes. 

Chapter 21 

“Eleanor, everything he said is wrong! Love isn’t about letting go!” 

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“When you love someone, you don’t just calmly accept losing them. You want to keep them by your side, every second- never let them leave!” 

His voice cracked as he shouted. 

He fought back tears, but the bitterness inside him threatened to drown him completely. 

So this was what it felt like to watch the person you loved being intimate with someone else. 

The pain was unbearable. 

Theri how… how had I endured it all those days? 

He barely dared to think about it. 

But the memory surfaced anyway-me, standing before him with red eyes, breaking down, demanding answers. 

I had questioned him. 

I had gone mad. 

I had lost control. 

But back then, all he had felt was irritation. 

Compared to Ava’s sweetness and obedience, my desperation had only made him more impatient. 

He had even wondered why I couldn’t be like other wives-gentle, tolerant, understanding. 

Now, when the same thing happened to him, he finally understood that bone-deep pain. 

Suddenly, Landon rushed forward. 

He wrapped his arms tightly around me, just like he had done countless times before, possessive and forceful, pressing me into his chest as he lowered his head, trying to kiss me. 

“Smack!” 

The sharp sound of a slap echoed. 

I struck him hard across the face, snapping his head to the side. 

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Chapter 21 

“Landon Blackwood, we’re divorced. I don’t love you anymore!” 

“I don’t accept your twisted idea of love!” 

“You don’t love me-you only love yourself! Stop pretending you’re devoted. Stop lying to yourself!” 

My voice was cold as I shoved him away with all my strength. 

Carter immediately stepped in front of me, shielding me. 

His voice turned icy. 

“Landon, Eleanor is my girlfriend now. If you touch her again, I won’t let it go. 

“The Thorne family isn’t someone you can push around. And in Europe, our influence far exceeds the Blackwoods”.” 

“You’d better think carefully.” 

At the same time, my parents stood protectively in front of me, glaring at him. 

“Landon, we may just be ordinary people, but even if it costs us our lives, we will never let you take Eleanor again!” 

“You and her were never right for each other! Stop bothering her and leave!” 

“If you show up again, we’ll fight you every single time!” 

As they spoke, my parents grabbed whatever was within reach and threw it at him without restraint. 

Landon didn’t dodge. 

He let the dishes strike him one after another. 

A plate shattered against his forehead, leaving a cut as blood began to stream down. 

But he didn’t react. 

As if he couldn’t feel the pain at all. 

He just stood there, silent staring at me with utter despair.