Forsaken Until My Last Breath novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Rebecca was waiting in England for good news from Randy. She still held a sliver of hope for Victor, believing that when he saw the truth, he would remember the White family’s past kindness and deal with Russell’s family.

Randy wanted to take direct action. Though grateful, she refused outright.

Randy had traveled thousands of miles back to the country for the White family, risking assassination at any moment. She was already deeply thankful and didn’t want him sinking deeper into trouble for her family’s affairs.

On the day Randy returned, Victor claimed urgent business required a trip, leaving no time to see him off. Randy did- n’t mind-the Walker family’s booming enterprises made such busyness normal.

Randy didn’t know Victor, who’d supposedly left on business, had actually arrived in England.

Based on clues gathered by private investigators, they’d pinpointed Rebecca and Victor’s exact whereabouts.

Sure enough, they were at Randy’s estate.

Feeling relatively well these past days, Rebecca decided to stroll through the town today. Frank followed silently be- hind her.

The two now stood examining trinkets at an antique stall with careful attention.

Rebecca held a pocket watch, suddenly recalling how she and Vincent had excitedly guessed the age of an antique watch at a market stall during their honeymoon in England.

Years later, things changed. Staring at the watch now, she’d lost all interest.

Dr. Frank noticed her fixed gaze and asked gently, “Like it? I’ll buy it for you.”

Then rhythmic, heavy footsteps echoed down the quiet street toward them. Rebecca instinctively turned.

Her pupils contracted violently. Fear flashed across her face as her grip loosened.

The watch clattered to the ground.

Frank froze, stunned to see Vincent here.

Vincent approached expressionlessly, stopping two paces away.

The peddler pointed at Rebecca, ranting in a foreign language after seeing the watch dropped, his face flushed with

anger.

Vincent crouched, picked up the broken watch, and tucked it into his coat pocket.

The peddler’s eyes bulged. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to confront the tall dark-haired man-

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Then Vincent tucked a wad of bills into his hand.

The vendor abruptly stopped in his tracks, instantly plastering a sweet smile across his face as he showered Vincent with praises in his limited vocabulary.

Vincent ignored the vendor’s flattery, his gaze fixed on Rebecca’s pale, exhausted face. A thousand words swirled in his mind, yet only one sentence boiled down to his lip, “Becky, I’ve come to take you home.”

His voice was feather-light, as if afraid of startling the woman before him.

When he first arrived in this foreign town, Vincent had imagined countless scenes of Frank and Rebecca sharing ten- der moments together.

Now, seeing them chatting affectionately on this street corner, selecting trinkets side by side, jealousy burned fiercely within him.

But when the smiling woman turned and saw him, her face instantly draining of color, his heart clenched with bitter- ness. The anger slowly dissipated, replaced by dread at her instinctive rejection and fear.

He suddenly realized nothing mattered more than seeing Rebecca standing whole before him now.

Vincent thought: She remained his Mrs. Walker. This was his final choice.

Rebecca stood rooted to the spot, her expression emotionless. An unfamiliar cold glint flashed in her eyes as she spoke. “Vincent, I won’t go back.”

Vincent glanced at Frank standing nearby, his voice instantly turning cold. “Just because I can’t bring myself to hurt you doesn’t mean I won’t deal with Frank who helped you deceive me.”

This threat made Rebecca’s faintly stirring heart grow cold as she looked at Vincent.

She lowered her lashes, hiding the disappointment in her eyes, and whispered softly, “Alright.”

Vincent thought Rebecca agreed to return only for Frank’s sake, his gaze turning even frostier. Though he sensed something off about her sudden compliance, rage clouded his judgment, extinguishing any desire to understand.

He just needed Becky back.

Back at Spring Harmony Villa, Vincent took Rebecca’s hand, his eyes overflowing with tenderness as he murmured, “Becky, it’s just us two now. I’ll always be with you from now on. Don’t leave me again.”

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