Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 427

Chapter 427: Imaginations.

Leilani.

I staggered.

Oh yeah, I staggered because what else would you have me do?

What exactly was I supposed to do after finding out this way that Jarek had left his company, the only thing which in his words ’made him feel whole’ to me shortly before his passing...

Or not.

I turned to look at the lawyer, the corners of my eyes burning with unshed tears as I seethed; "When did he do this?"

He frowned, cocked his eyebrows at me in confusion and lowered his head slowly as if the realization was slowly dawning on him— but that was not before I saw the guilt swirling across those white-washed blue eyes of his.

His voice was small, barely above a whisper as he muttered; "huh?"

I rolled my eyes in irritation. "When?"

"When what, madam?"

"When did he say that to you?" I hissed through gritted teeth. "When did he do that?"

"You mean when he asked me to leave the company to you... when he willed it to you, I mean?" He rushed out, stammering as he spoke while his face turned a deathly white.

At his words, I nodded, especially since I was suddenly unable to speak through the thick bile now rising in my throat.

He flinched like he’d been physically struck and his voice was hoarse as he drawled; "Today. A couple of minutes before he took his last breath."

Those words, so lightly said, made my heart stop beating in my chest. It made the already existing tightness in my lungs increase drastically. My hands shook with barely contained rage... but there was something else.

Guilt.

Betrayal.

Pain.

Betrayal because he had all of this planned from the get go but couldn’t bring himself to tell me about it, hence making me look like a fool— his fool. Betrayal because this was never how I envisioned our lives to end. Because I never, even in my wildest dreams, think that he would leave me like this... so heartlessly.

Then there was guilt. One that stemmed from me feeling like an impostor. From feeling like I do not and never deserved the kind of love that he showered me with.

He loved me more than mere words could describe. He was there for me when no one else was... and what did he get in return?

Silence.

I left him. It’s as simple as that; and I would forever live with that guilt.

I didn’t even know when my knees hit the floor until the pain I felt when they made contact with the extremely smooth floor shot me back to the present. A loud cry slipped out of my mouth and I threw my head back, clutching my chest as I wailed in both loss and physical discomfort.

"He... he planned this out."

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