Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

I pulled the blanket over her, tucking it around her shoulders.

Her bandaged wrists lay on the pillow in front of her face. A constant reminder.

Blake was standing in the doorway when I came back out, his medical bag repacked, his expression grim.

“Come on,” he said quietly. “Let’s talk.”

We went to the living room downstairs.

The house felt too big. Too empty. Too quiet.

Blake poured himself a whiskey from the bar cart. Downed it in one gulp. Poured another.

“What the fuck, Julian.”

I sat down on the couch. Put my head in my hands. My shirt was still damp with bathwater and blood.

“I know.”

“Do you?” He turned to look at me, and there was real anger in his voice now. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you just drove your wife to

suicide.

I flinched like he’d slapped me.

‘I didn’t-

“You didn’t what?” His voice was sharp. Cutting. “You didn’t keep her locked up in this mansion like a prisoner? You didn’t make her feel so fucking trapped that she tried to slit her wrists in your bathtub?”

“Blake-

“She lost her baby a week ago, Julian. You brought her back here and played prison guard? Monitored her every move? Made her feel like she couldn’t even breathe without your permission?”

“I was trying to protect her-

“From what?” He stepped closer, his face flushed. “From the people who tried to kill her? Or from herself?” He gestured upstairs. “Because it looks like you

failed on both counts.”

I didn’t answer.

Because I didn’t know.

Maybe both.

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Maybe i was so terrified of losing her that I held on too tight.

Blake sighed. The anger seemed to drain out of him.

He sat down beside me, the leather couch creaking under his weight.

“You need to let her go, man.”

I locked up at him. “What?”

“Let her go.” His voice was gentler now. Almost pitying. This isn’t love. This is obsession. And it’s killing both of you.”

“I can’t-”

“Why?” He leaned forward. Met my eyes. “I always thought you were in love with Victoria. That ena was just some girl who used a few tricks to trap you into marriage. But now…” He paused, studying my face. “Now I’m starting to think I was wrong.”

Something in my chest cracked.

“Don’t talk about her like that.”

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“Like what?”

“Like she’s a bitch who trapped me.” My voice was low. Dangerous. My hands clenched into fists. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that.”

Blake raised his eyebrows, surprised by my vehemence.

‘So you do care about her.

“Of course I care

“Then let her go.”

I stood up abruptly. Walked to the window. Stared out at the dark grounds of the estate.

‘She asked me to,” I said quietly. “While you were on your way here. She begged me. Said she couldn’t do this anymore. And I-” My voice broke. “I told her I would. I promised her.”

“Good.”

“But I don’t know if I can.”

Blake came to stand beside me. I could see our reflections in the dark glass. Two men who looked exhausted. Defeated.

“Why not?”

“Because

I pressed my forehead against the cold glass. “Because I’m afraid.”

‘Of what?”

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That if Het her go-if I lose her I’ll never get her back.”.

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