Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 10

**Across the Fallen Golden Kingdom Distant Fires**

Nora’s heart raced, a sudden jolt of panic coursing through her veins. Without a moment’s hesitation, she snapped her phone shut, the sound echoing in the heavy silence that surrounded her.

Chase approached her, his gaze immediately drawn to Jamie’s pale face, a picture of fragility and innocence. He exhaled deeply, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

“This… I know what Camila did was wrong,” he began, his voice thick with regret. “But I’ve already instructed the doctors to do everything within their power. The blood bank has prioritized Jamie too. It’s just… she’s so young, her body… it couldn’t handle the strain.”

Nora remained silent, her eyes like shards of ice, piercing through him with a mix of scorn and disbelief.

Chase’s brow furrowed, confusion and frustration bubbling beneath the surface. He was unaccustomed to being met with such disdain. After a brief moment of awkwardness, he muttered some excuse and turned away, leaving her alone with her turmoil.

Nora knew exactly where he was headed—off to tend to Camila, the very woman who had caused this chaos.

Once, she might have felt a flicker of concern or jealousy, but now? She felt nothing. The ember of care had long since extinguished.

In the days that followed, she remained at the hospital, a constant presence by Jamie’s side, but there was also a quiet urgency in her heart that led her to the Whitmore estate. It was time to sever the ties that bound her to the past, to rid herself of every remnant of their shared life.

**Day One at the Hospital:**

Chase was a fixture at Camila’s bedside, his devotion unwavering.

Meanwhile, Nora returned home, her heart heavy yet resolute. She gathered every photograph, every memento that reminded her of their years together, and set them ablaze. The flames flickered and danced, consuming the memories that had once brought her joy, now reduced to ashes.

**Day Two:**

Chase made an appearance to see Jamie, his visit lasting barely an hour before he was summoned back by Camila’s urgent call.

Nora, feeling a surge of anger and betrayal, went home and found the half-finished sweater she had painstakingly knitted for him. With a swift motion, she shredded it, each piece a symbol of her shattered dreams, tossing the remnants into the trash as if to rid herself of the past entirely.

**Day Three:**

Chase returned, this time accompanied by Camila.

Nora watched the entire scene unfold through the security feed, her heart sinking as she saw them entwined in a passionate embrace, their lips meeting with a fervor that she once thought was reserved for her. They were oblivious to the world, lost in each other right beside Jamie’s hospital bed.

That night, she returned to the estate, her resolve hardening. She meticulously documented every confidential file Chase had kept hidden, determined to unearth the truths that lay buried beneath layers of deceit.

**Chapter 2**

**Day Five:**

Jamie was finally discharged from the hospital, a small victory in the midst of chaos.

Chase returned to the Whitmore estate with Camila, as if the world had not been turned upside down.

“Nora,” he said, his voice firm, “Camila’s injured. She’s weak right now and can’t take care of herself. She needs me.”

Nora felt her heart break a little more with each word.

“Chase… have you forgotten our agreement?” she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

Once.

Twice.

Three times…

Nora’s breath hitched as she watched their silhouettes move in perfect harmony, Chase’s hands gentle, his eyes filled with a warmth that had always eluded her. Her heart twisted painfully, a raw ache that felt as if it might tear her apart.

He had once touched her too, but those moments were sparse, mechanical, like a task he begrudgingly completed once a month.

She remembered the times she lay beneath him, feeling his hand around her throat, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered hoarsely, “Chase Whitmore… if you really hate this, you don’t have to keep pretending…”

But he never answered.

He just continued, again and again, until she stopped asking. Silence became her refuge, less painful than the lies he spun. She convinced herself that perhaps this was simply who he was.

Until she saw how he treated Camila.

In that moment, the truth dawned on her:

There was no such thing as a man too cold.

He simply chose not to warm up to her.