Chapter 901

Domenic raised his wrist, the moonlight casting a somber glow on the rosewood bracelet, a silent witness to their unraveling love story.

With a heavy heart, he removed the bracelet, his fingers exerting just enough force to snap the delicate string, causing the beads to scatter at Lindsey’s feet.

“Do you believe it now?” Domenic’s voice emerged from the shadows, cold and devoid of warmth as he turned away, hiding his face from her gaze.

Lindsey’s gaze fell upon the beads strewn across the ground, each one a symbol of her prayers, her hopes, and her love for Domenic.

For a month, she had visited the church, beseeching God to bless the bracelet, to protect Domenic, and to ensure their happiness together.

Now, seeing it destroyed and discarded by his own hand, she felt a numbness settle over her as if the pain had rendered her incapable of feeling anything at all.

She observed the beads, once so carefully strung together, now bouncing and rolling away, disappearing into the grass, lost forever.

Lindsey’s smile was tinged with self-mockery as she slowly released her grip.

“I see,” she murmured, her voice carrying a sense of solitude that seemed to dissipate in the air.

With a gentle, almost melancholic laugh, she continued, “I… I now let you go.

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She let him go? Domenic’s heart skipped a beat at her words.

With eyes tightly shut, he stood frozen, his hand that had broken the bracelet trembling ever so slightly in the still air.

He dared not turn back.

Fear gripped his heart, afraid that if he glimpsed her sorrowful and disappointed expression, he would crumble under the weight of his own guilt.

He couldn’t bear the thought that all he had brought her was pain and harm.

And so, burdened with a heavy heart, Domenic departed without uttering another single word.

Lindsey remained motionless, her form resembling a sculpture carved from stone, as she pinched her fingers until they stung.

When Domenic vanished from her sight, she crumpled against the pillar of the pavilion, her strength giving way to the weight of her grief.

The scattered beads on the ground seemed to mock her, their presence a painful reminder of shattered dreams.

Unable to contain her anguish any longer, she trembled violently, tears cascading down her cheeks and onto the ground of the pavilion, as if her sorrow were watering the very earth beneath her feet.

The moon, once a symbol of serene beauty, mow seemed cloaked in sorrow, its gentle glow overshadowed by the weight of heartache that hung heavy in the air.

Domenic retreated to his seat, his heart heavy with the weight of his actions, each step a burdened reminder of the pain he had caused.

Carole glanced behind him, expecting to see Lindsey, but her absence only deepened the chilling coldness etched upon Domenic’s face.

“What happened, Domenic?” Carole’s voice carried a note of concern, reflecting the unease in the air.

Domenic glanced at his watch, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke.

“I have something to attend to at the company.

If you’re done with dinner, let’s head out.

I’ll drive you home.

”

Carole exchanged a glance with Reece before her gaze shifted towards the bathroom.

“But Miss Stewart hasn’t returned yet.

.

Her concern lingered in the air, a subtle undercurrent beneath her words.

”

“Does it matter?” Domenic’s words cut through the air with coldness and harshness, his gaze unwavering as he met Carole’s eyes.

Reece hastened to assist Carole.

“In that case, you can head off.

I’ll stay and wait for her here.

”

Observing the impatience and irritation etched across Domenic’s face,

Carole wisely chose not to press further.

Sensing that something was amiss, she held her tongue, her silence speaking volumes in the tense atmosphere.

With a forced smile, Carole rose from her seat.

“Alright, let’s go,” she said, masking her unease as she prepared to depart.

Together,

Carole and Domenic left the restaurant, each burdened with their own thoughts.