Broken Vows and Buried Twins novel Chapter 103

Hester stopped in her tracks.

The rain drummed against her umbrella, a rhythmic *pitter-patter* that sounded incredibly loud in the desolate quiet of the cemetery.

She turned around.

Julian was clad in a sharp black suit. Behind him, Neil held an umbrella over his head.

They stood a few feet apart in the rain, staring at each other in total silence.

The man’s eyes were bloodshot, the harsh crimson contrasting sharply with his terrifyingly pale, gaunt face.

Anyone could see he was in horrific shape.

But Hester just stared at him, her gaze perfectly calm and devoid of a single ripple of emotion.

After a long time, Julian’s Adam’s apple bobbed with immense difficulty. His bloodless lips parted. "I'm sorry."

Two words. Hoarse and brittle.

They scattered into the misty rain, so quiet they were barely audible.

It was far too little, far too late.

After everything that had happened, how could two words possibly erase the damage?

Hester had no desire to speak to him. She merely reminded him in an icy tone: "The mandatory waiting period ends in exactly one week. When the day comes, I expect you at the Civil Affairs Bureau right on time to finalize the divorce papers. Julian, I ask nothing else of you. Just for this one last time, keep your word."

Without another word, Hester pulled her gaze away, turned on her heel, and began walking away.

The rain grew heavier. Her slender silhouette holding the umbrella slowly blurred into the downpour.

It was a perfect mirror of the day Julian had turned his back on her, vanishing coldly into the rain.

"Cough—"

A harsh, agonizing cough broke the silence, immediately followed by Neil’s panicked gasp, "Mr. Weston!"

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