I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 7

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Standing at the hospital entrance, Nora suddenly had no idea where to go. With her own affairs in such chaos, returning to the Newman Estate was out of the question. She didn't dare go to her professor's place either, fearing she might worsen his condition—and besides, she wasn't ready to face him yet.

Standing by the curb, she let out a long, heavy breath and decided to simply leave.

Twenty minutes later, the taxi pulled up to the villa. Nora headed straight upstairs, opened her closet, and felt a sharp sting in her chest as she looked at the meticulously preserved gifts on the right side.

These were the anniversary gifts Finnegan had given her every year from their first to their fifth year of marriage.

Over the years, whenever she felt like giving up, Nora had relied entirely on these tokens to keep her going.

But this time, she didn't touch them. She cast a cold glance at the display and packed her clothes into a suitcase, barely filling even half of it.

Nora let out a self-deprecating laugh. Turning her head, she spotted her daughter's doll sitting nearby. She picked it up and stroked it; it was the prize from Cassie's talent show last year.

But now, she realized there was no point in attending the recital next month anyway.

With her things packed, she carried her suitcase downstairs. Standing at the landing, she surveyed the home she had lived in for so long. Every corner was filled with memories of her loving moments with Finnegan and happy times with her daughter. Now, it just felt like a massive boulder crushing her chest.

She let out a deep breath, turned around, and prepared to head to the train station.

By the time she arrived at the station, it was already late into the night. Nora was dragging her suitcase inside.

Just then, a flurry of hurried footsteps echoed nearby.

"Don't run! Stop right there!"

It was a man's voice, seething with anger.

Nora instinctively looked up and saw a man dragging a little girl hurriedly past. The girl, who looked about four or five, was fighting desperately to break free from the man's grip.

Nora automatically reached out to catch her. The moment she looked down, she locked eyes with a pair of large, tear-filled eyes.

The little girl looked up, her face streaked with tears. Her small hands clung fiercely to the sleeve of Nora's coat, her voice high, trembling, and choked with sobs.