His Heart Is Now Elsewhere novel Chapter 87

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Chapter 24 

After the last concern was eliminated, the satisfied Donte did not pay any attention to Phoebe. 

He got up indifferently, pulled out a tissue from the table, and wiped his hands leisurely. 

He appeared indifferent, as if the chaotic scene around him had nothing to do with him. 

After wiping it clean, Donte lifted his wristwatch and checked the time. 

It was 11 o’clock in the morning. 

He had three hours left before his plane at 2 o’clock in the afternoon. 

He had no need to stay here any longer, so he lifted his leg and was about to leave. 

Just as I took a step, an excruciating pain tore through my calf. 

He suddenly knelt down on the ground, twisted his face and looked sideways, only to see Phoebe, 

who had completely gone mad. 

She pulled out the fruit knife that had stabbed into his body, splattering blood, staining her 

emaciated face crimson. 

The thick smell of blood in the air stimulated her nerves, and all she could see in her eyes was the 

man who had completely destroyed her life. 

This was the last and only opportunity for revenge. 

Phoebe was unusually awake. 

She raised the knife high and stabbed it into Donte without hesitation. 

Desperate screams of agony echoed throughout the entire room, one after another. 

From a sharp roar, it gradually dwindled into a mournful wail, until only the difficult gasps 

remained in the throat. 

Donte’s pupils dilated slowly, and his hand, clenched into a fist, unconsciously loosened. 

Phoebe also exhausted all her strength, and the weapon in her hand fell to the ground with a loud 

noise. 

The blood flowing out from the bodies of the two people intertwined together, seeping out along the 

smooth floor. 

It seemed like a dark red river. 

Chapter 24 

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The second hand on the wall was still ticking and rotating. 

Donte’s consciousness gradually became blurred, and those excruciating pains that made him 

unbearable slowly dissipated. 

He felt as if he had fallen into the clouds, feeling light and weightless all over. 

The surrounding sounds ceased, leaving only a faint hum of electricity. 

My eyelids drooped heavily, and the scene in front of me gradually became blurred, leaving only flickering black and white images. 

In the silence, the past events replayed in his mind like a carousel. 

From carefree childhood to the time of budding adolescence, and now to the mundane present 

moment. 

Parents, friends, classmates, teachers, and strangers, in that order, made their appearances. 

In a series of black and white scenes, only one person stood out with color. 

Sixteen–year–old Maeve stood under the spotlight, wearing a white gown, playing the piano 

quietly. 

18–year–old Maeve stood by his hospital bed, crying uncontrollably, tightly holding his hand. 

With tears in her eyes, twenty–three–year–old Maeve accepted the bouquet of vibrant red roses and agreed to become his wife.