Forsaken Until My Last Breath novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Frank hadn’t finished speaking when the call disconnected.

Vincent raced over at breakneck speed, spotting a thick plume of smoke billowing from the suburban estate from afar.

Fury burning in his chest, he gripped the steering wheel and sped straight toward Frank standing roadside. A screech of brakes pierced the air moments before impact.

Vincent stormed out and landed a vicious punch on Frank’s face, roaring, “Why the fire? I’ll kill you!”

Frank wiped blood from his lip, meeting his gaze coldly.

“The White family estate had outdated wiring. The Funeral Casket preserving the body was high-wattage. It sparked a blaze shortly after powering up.”

Crackling flames still devoured the villa, painting the sky orange.

Vincent stared at the inferno with bloodshot eyes, pressing a hand to his chest as he whispered raggedly, “Rebecca… you hated me so much you left me nothing to remember you by.”

After the fire died, Vincent slumped motionless on the scorched earth, hollow as a ghost.

Frank spoke quietly, “Miss Rebecca’s ashes…”

Vincent shuddered. A long silence passed before he rasped, “Give them to me once collected.”

He glanced back at the villa-now a skeletal frame smoldering in dying embers—then staggered away with exhaus- tion weighing every step.

Vincent returned to Spring Harmony Villa and went straight to his bedroom.

He slumped onto the bed, lifelessly staring at the ceiling.

The raging flames and the villa reduced to ruins lingered in his mind.

Rebecca had vanished from his world.

He closed his eyes, ooy clutching the blanket she once used as if she were still there.

The cold, empty room fell silent until his low sigh broke through.

“Becky, if we could start over…”

But what would he do differently?

Back then, he’d been certain Rebecca would never leave-no matter how harshly he acted, one apology would fix ev- erything.

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Chapter 14

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What good were regrets now?

Rebecca couldn’t hear him anymore. She wouldn’t wait for him again.

In this hollow villa, she’d always waited alone for his return.

Now Vincent understood that silent, unanswered waiting. Tears welled up and traced down his temples as he lay still.

Susan’s reall L

g, but Vincent didn’t hear it.

inself: without Susan’s appearance or the child, Rebecca would never have left him so decisively.

ker’s faint calls drifted up from downstairs.

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