Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 1174

Yvonne stared at him, speechless.

"I forgot you. Because I forgot, I did so many things to hurt you. What am I supposed to do now?"

"Especially now that I've lost you. What am I supposed to do? Tell me, what do I do?"

"Yvonne, I don't know how to survive this anymore."

His frantic, repetitive pleas broke into raw, unadulterated agony by the end.

He had truly lost her.

Feeling the child growing inside her, a child belonging to another man, he was completely and utterly lost.

It hurt. It hurt so intensely.

The torment tearing through his chest felt like a jagged blade twisting into his heart, making it impossible to breathe.

"Even now, I'm still not sure if I've remembered everything completely."

"Is there still something missing? What did those memories mean to me? I forgot so much, and as it all comes rushing back, I just feel more helpless and desperate."

Over the past few days, a flood of memories had returned to him.

With every new fragment, his heart ached even more.

The sheer volume of what he had remembered this week alone was pure agony.

He couldn't accept that she was with Xander.

And he definitely couldn't accept that they were having a baby together.

"Yvonne."

She didn't respond.

"Please tell me. What am I supposed to do?"

His sorrowful voice was saturated with pain and sheer desperation.

It was the very first time since their reunion that she had heard such devastating heartbreak in his tone.

The despair was practically tearing him apart at the seams.

And she finally understood.

When he faked his death, the drugs he had taken must have severely compromised his memory.

He had remembered her eventually, but not the entirety of their history together.

But now, he remembered everything.

Yet, what was the point now?

Yvonne narrowed her eyes slightly. "The only thing left to do is let it go."

He should have known that if he made himself a dead man in her eyes, she would eventually move on and start a new life.

Dan's face drained of all color.

He parted his lips to argue, but under the weight of her frosty stare, not a single word made it past his throat.

She looked so remarkably clear-headed and absolute.

His agonizing sorrow hadn't swayed her in the slightest.

His breathing grew erratic. "Yvonne, you."

Yvonne forcefully ripped her hand out from beneath his grasp.

She yanked a tissue from the console and wiped her skin clean. "Dan, if I were you, I'd stay dead forever."

"Be a convincing corpse. Change your name. Erase the man named Dan Murray from the face of the earth completely."

If he had chosen that path to leave, he needed to walk it all the way to the end.

"But back then, I—"

"It doesn't matter what happened back then. What matters is that you chose to be dead in my world."

Dan fell completely silent.