Three Chances for the Amnesiac Don Chapter 10

Three Chances for the Amnesiac Don Chapter 10

## Cordelia’s POV

Years slipped by beside Phineas, and I never betrayed or let him down once.

Yet what had my wholehearted loyalty brought me? A shattered life and permanent scars that would never fade.

After every battle and heartbreak, I was simply worn out.

I had no capacity left to love anyone, nor would I squander a single fragment of my heart on those unworthy of it—not Phineas, nor my own mother who branded me a curse.

“No, Cordelia, I never wanted this…” he pleaded.

“Leave,” I lifted my chin high to hold back my tears.

“I won’t forgive any of you. And I don’t want to see you again.”

My mother stretched out her hand toward me, sobbing, yet Anna stepped firmly in her way.

I squeezed my eyes shut, blocking out her shaking, grief-stricken figure.

“Alistair, Anna, please show them out.”

I don’t know when they left. Or where they went.

But the next day, when I held the divorce decree in my hand, it felt like

finishing a marathon that had nearly killed me.

I finally breathed.

I didn’t look at Phineas. I walked out of City Hall with Alistair.

After I was discharged, I moved to a small town.

Alistair and Anna, worried I’d spiral, moved here with their little girl.

I doted on my little niece, tagged along with Anna for shopping trips on Fifth Avenue, and set off traveling the globe whenever the urge took me.

Phineas and Mother never contacted me again. I never checked on them either.

Then, much later, a distant relative called.

On the day Seraphina was sentenced, Mother divorced Don Lancaster and moved out of the estate.

She slipped into severe depression and was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s well before turning sixty, vanishing without a trace to this day.

As for Phineas, he buried himself in endless work and alcohol, landing in intensive care soon afterward.

Medical scans confirmed the car crash had left permanent brain damage; an intracranial hematoma had enlarged gradually over time.

He fell down the stairs drunk. They couldn’t save him. He was

paralyzed. Trapped in a bed forever.

The Wren family fell into chaos overnight. Rival families seized their
docks and ports.

I listened to every piece of news while twisting a smooth seashell
pebble I’d picked up along the shore, lost for words.

“Would you like to head back, to see them one last time?” Anna asked
gently.

I shook my head.

The chapter had closed for good, and revisiting the past would only
stir up fresh chaos.

I hurled the pebble out toward the open ocean with all my strength.

Then I turned and walked the other way.

The waves rolled and crashed relentlessly behind my back.

Life stretches out like an endless ocean; all peaks erode and streams
shift course. In the final reckoning, every earthly entanglement fades
to emptiness.