From Substitute To Queen novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206

I know I have no right to ask anything but this is my fast wish if you re unwilling, 1 sont force you

Though my heart was Ideeding, I remained resolute wiped my tears and turned away from him.

Pointing toward the door, my voice trembled but stayed firm How please lease i don’t want to see you arrymore?

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Carlan, stared at Sable’s hack, memories of their happiest moments flashing through his mind.

I remember the first time you smiled and called my name… remember when you curled up in my arms and told me you loved me…

I thought werd watch our daughter grow up together… have several children… grow old side by side… walk through life together, I never imagined this would be our ending..

Fighting through his agony, he struggled to his feet. ‘Maybe… maybe separation is better for you. At least you won’t suffer

anymore

He took one last, long look at Sable, trying to memorize every detail

Sabi… whether you believe it or not… I love you. 111 love you for the rest of this life and beyond. If there’s a next life, I hope we

can start ver

Take care of yourself… take care of our daughter. Tell her… tell her Daddy loves her very much, but he can’t stay by her side.”

Clutching his wounded chest, he slowly stood and walked toward the door. At the threshold, he hesitated for a long time, his hand

on the doorknob but unable to turn it.

He looked back at Sable’s silhouette one final time, words forming on his lips before dying away. Finally, he whispered, “1… I love you Forever and always.

The Gost cloned with a soft click. Outside, he leaned against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor, crying silently.

Inside the room, Sable collapsed completely when she heard the door shut, sobbing uncontrollably as her body shook.

She caressed her belly, speaking to her unborn child through broken whispers. “Baby… I’m sorry. Mommy made you lose your Getty And Mummy had no choice. Mommy couldn’t betray Grandma.”

Both of them felt the mate bond’s torment-each other’s grief amplified through the connection that still bound them.

Sathe West Calans Gespair, tad she forced herself to ignore it.

Carlan sensed bother’s anquish and wanted nothing more than to burst back through that door and hold her, but he knew it would only increase her pain.

Two hearts that loved each other were separated-so close physically, yet infinitely far apart emotionally

ho sige Geopened, Carian remained in the ballway, watching the bedroom door and unwilling to leave.

Occasionally, Sakher’s muffled sobs drifted through the walls. He raised his hand to knock multiple times, desperate to see Sabie ance mune, but each time his hand fell away

In the end, he spent the entire nigd in that corridor, standing guard over the love he was about to lose, until dawn broke over the

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From Substitute To Queen

Chapter 207

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Sable’s POV

I cried through the entire night.

The pillow beneath my face was soaked through with tears, but I couldn’t stop.

I must have cried myself to sleep sometime before dawn, because when I opened my swollen eyes, pale morning light was filtering through the curtains.

The first thing I saw was the breakfast tray on my nightstand.

French toast arranged perfectly on white porcelain. Fresh blueberries scattered artfully around the edges. Crispy bacon and eggs over easy, just how I liked them. Orange juice so thick and fresh it probably came from the grove behind the manor. And a glass of warm milk with a delicate skin of cream floating on top.

My throat closed up.

He made this.

Every weekend since we’d been together, Caelan would wake before me to prepare exactly this breakfast. He’d arrange the blueberries into a smiley face on the toast, trying to make me laugh. He’d always taste the milk first to make sure it wasn’t too hot.

The tears came again, hot and relentless.

I had no appetite. The thought of food made my stomach turn. But I placed my hand over my belly, feeling the slight curve where our daughter was growing.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered. “Mommy needs to eat for you.”

I forced myself to take one bite. Then another. The French toast turned to ash in my mouth, but I chewed mechanically. For her. For the tiny life depending on me.

When I finally finished half the plate, I walked to the bathroom to wash my face.

The blood was still there.

Dark stains on the marble floor where he’d bled.

I gripped the sink edge, fighting another wave of grief.

After washing my face with cold water, I caught my reflection in the mirror. Puffy red eyes. Hollow cheeks.

I opened the bathroom door and walked toward the living room.

The curtains were half-drawn, casting everything in dim, oppressive shadows. Medical supplies were scattered across the coffee table -gauze, antiseptic bottles, surgical tape. The metallic scent of blood still lingered in the air.

Caelan sat rigid on the edge of the sofa, wearing a charcoal gray sweatshirt. White bandages wrapped his left chest. His jaw was covered in stubble, his eyes bloodshot from sleeplessness. He looked like he’d aged years in one night.

Dr. Reynolds sat across from him, a middle-aged man with graying hair and wire-rimmed glasses. His medical bag rested at his feet.

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