Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 234

On the nightstand sat an exquisite jewelry box.

Inside was a priceless pink diamond necklace that Damien had given her.

“Grace,” he had said, “pink looks beautiful on you.”

Grace reached out and touched the cold box, but she didn't open it.

Time ticked by, second by second.

The sound of the rain outside grew louder, as if it were trying to drown the world.

At four in the morning, the sky was still a pitch-black canvas.

Grace stood up.

Her eyes were empty, devoid of tears.

She found her old suitcase.

The one she had brought with her when she left the Ward family.

She had thought she would never have to use this suitcase again.

She never imagined that, just a few short months later, she would be dragging it with her once more.

She opened the closet, which was filled with new clothes Damien had bought for her.

Every piece was custom-made, each one worth a fortune.

She didn't touch a single one, only taking a few of her old outfits.

The ones that were faded from washing, some even pilling.

Those were the things that belonged to Grace.

The things that belonged to Mrs. Clarke, she couldn't take.

Nor did she deserve to.

The packing was quick, for she had nothing to begin with.

Finally, her gaze fell on her ring finger.

There, she wore a diamond ring.

The one Damien had placed on her finger the day they got their marriage license.

He had said, “Once this is on, you’re mine. Don't even think about leaving me.”

Grace’s fingers traced the cold surface of the diamond.

Her heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.

Damien… I’m sorry.

I have to break my promise again.

She pulled hard, yanking the ring from her finger.

Because she had worn it for so long, it left a white mark on her skin.

She placed the ring on the nightstand, beside the photo frame that was meant to hold their happy picture.

Her grandfather and grandmother were already sitting in the living room.

The two elders had also packed their bags.

Her grandmother was still wiping away tears, mumbling, “How did it come to this… How did it come to this…”

Her grandfather, however, had a look of grim resolve.

When he saw Grace emerge, he stood up without a word.

He silently picked up the large duffel bag from the floor.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice old and hoarse.

“Let’s catch the first bus before it gets light.”

Grace looked back, taking one last, deep look at the home she had lived in for less than two days.

The apple tree in the courtyard was still swaying in the wind and rain.

Just yesterday, Damien had said that when the apples were ripe, he would pick them for her.

Now, it seemed she would never get to taste them.

“Let’s go.”

Grace turned away, bit her lip, and walked out into the downpour.

The rain lashed against her face, and it was impossible to tell what was rain and what were tears.

Goodbye, Damien.