Forsaken Until My Last Breath novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

After leaving the company, Vincent habitually drove to Spring Harmony Villa.

He’d spent nearly every night there for the past fortnight.

Vincent stood before Rebecca’s funeral urn, carefully wiping it with a soft cloth.

Though the housekeeper cleaned daily, washing his hands and tending the urn remained his first ritual upon returning.

Behind the urn’s shelf hung photos and sketches covering the entire wall-Rebecca captured in countless expressions.

She used to paint for him; these past weeks, he’d taken up brushes himself, practicing whenever possible.

His initial clumsy attempts had evolved into recognizable portraits of Rebecca.

“Rebecca, work kept me late today. Let me decide which memory to paint tonight.” Vincent murmured to himself.

Since Rebecca’s departure, buried memories resurfaced with startling clarity-their happiest moments feeling like yesterday.

Vincent traced lines with his brush, deliberately focusing on their love rather than the present emptiness, determined to preserve their past affection on canvas.

He pictured Rebecca’s smiling face in his mind, his lips unconsciously curving up as his pen flew across the paper with swift, fluid strokes.

In barely half a month, he’d already accumulated ten sketches.

When Susan texted him today about discussing baby names, an inexplicable irritation washed over him. He casually threw out two names.

He knew it was irresponsible, but ever since realizing his heart still belonged to Rebecca while his feelings for Susan had faded, he couldn’t force himself into the role of a father.

Vincent instinctively glanced at the funeral urn on the shelf. Would Rebecca blame him if she saw him like this?

His Rebecca hated irresponsible men most of all.

At that thought, Vincent set down his brush, lowered his gaze, and sat quietly in his chair, lost in unreadable thoughts.

“If only… we had a child together.” Vincent murmured.

The mere idea of a child carrying his and Rebecca’s blood inexplicably melted the coldness in his heart, filling it with tender warmth.

If that child truly existed, he’d hand over the entire Walker family legacy without hesitation, ensuring a lifetime free

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from worry.

Vincent was lost in thought when Susan’s sharp voice suddenly rang out downstairs. “How dare you block me? I’m Mrs. Walker!”

Vincent’s expression darkened as he stood and walked out.

Seeing him descend the stairs and approach, Susan immediately put on a bright smile.

But at the sight of his icy glare, her smile froze mid-way, leaving her rooted in place.

Before she could speak, Vincent grabbed her throat, each word dripping with ice. “The only reason you bore my child is because Rebecca couldn’t. Stop coveting what isn’t yours. Mrs. Walker will always be Rebecca.”

Susan stiffened, pupils dilating as she stared at him in disbelief.

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