Female NovelAs Waylen departed, he had expected to feel a pang of reluctance.
However, it did not surface, for he knew he was heading toward the most significant person in his life…
That night, Rena relinquished her dreams of becoming a renowned pianist.
Rena had risked her life to bring their daughter into the world.
Waylen, too, could relinquish that which he held dear. He would never allow Rena to face her struggles alone, especially during times of sorrow…
Elvira’s anguished screams echoed from behind.
Countless onlookers directed disdainful gazes her way…
It had become apparent that Mr. Fowler genuinely cherished his wife, while Miss Coleman persisted in pestering and wreaking havoc upon other people’s families…
Subsequently, someone pull the trings from behind the scene.
Elvira’s compromising photographs flooded the public domain, tarnishing her reputation as promiscuous.
Waylen’s withdrawal from the legal circle ignited a whirlwind of commotion in the outside world.
He declined all interviews, instructing the driver to navigate towards the Fowler family cemetery.
Indeed, Rena awaited him there.
Clad in her hospital gown, she stood serenely.
Silently, Waylen approached her, Rena seemed to have anticipated his arrival, and without turning around, she whispered softly, “Alexis would have been a month old by now.”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Waylen tenderly grasped Rena’s shoulder, displaying a delicate touch.
Contrary to her usual behavior, she refrained from breaking away from his embrace.
She allowed him to hold her for an extended duration, the passing moments stretching into eternity.
As the sun reached its zenith, she finally voiced her query, her words dripping with determination, “Waylen, when will our paths diverge?”
Waylen’s body exhibited a subtle rigidity, betraying his inner tension.
He had anticipated this topic to arise today, yet he was unwilling to relinquish her easily.
He clung to the hope of stalling the inevitable, harboring aspirations to salvage their fractured union.
He maintained a prolonged silence before hoarsely uttering, “Let us bide our time a little longer.” With that, Rena emancipated herself from his grasp, severing the physical connection.
She pivoted, her gaze fixed upon him, as within her heart, she had already passed a judgment of condemnation. She was resolute in her decision to part ways.