Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 241

Please Come Mach, My Love

hapter 241-

Juhan

POV

I stood in the doorway of my London flat, staring at the woman, Nancy, curled on my anfa. She had her knees drawn up, her arm wrapped around even from here I could see the faint scar running along her jawline a thin, silvery line that caught the lamplight

She looked so much like Elena it made my chest ache. Maybe five, six out of ten in resemblance. Enough to make strangers do a double take. Enough make me do a double take, that first time Blake called.

But not enough. Never enough.

I loosened my tie, the silk suddenly too tight around my throat. I needed to be clear–headed for this conversations. After seeing Elena- the real Blend–today I couldn’t keep this woman here any longer.

It felt like a betrayal. To Elena. To myself. To whatever fragile hope I’d been clinging to.

How did I even get here?

The question surfaced unbidden, pulling me back.

After the bridge. After the Coast Guard called off the search. After they told me Elena’s body had likely been swept out to the Atlantic, that the chances of recovery were-

I didn’t let them finish that sentence.

I’d gone home to the mansion and started drinking. Not socially. Not to numb the edge. I drank to erase. Bottles of Macallan 25, emptied and lined up on the counter like soldiers. I drank until I couldn’t remember her name. Until I couldn’t see her face when I closed my eyes.

It didn’t work.

I ended up in the hospital three times in two months. Once for alcohol poisoning. Twice for dehydration and malnutrition because I’d forgotten to eat. The

third time, my father showed up in the ER, his face a mask of cold fury.

“You have a choice, Julian,” he’d said, standing at the foot of my bed. “You pull yourself together, or I’m giving your position to our brother. I won’t let you

destroy this company because of some worthless woman.”

I’d wanted to hit him. I’d wanted to scream that it wasn’t about the company, that I didn’t care about Sterling Conglomerate, that the only thing I’d ever

wanted was her and I’d thrown

away.

But I didn’t. I just stared at the ceiling and said nothing.

A week later, they shipped me to London. “Temporary reassignment, they called it. A demotion dressed up in diplomatic language. I was put in charge of the European division a smaller operation, less visibility, fewer ways to fuck up publicly.

My mother came to see me off at the airport. Her eyes were red–rimmed, and for the first time in my life, I saw her cry.

“Your father and I…” she started, then stopped. She looked away, blinking hard, “We’re not doing well, Julian. We haven’t been for a long time,

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Chapter 241,

I didn’t know what to say. I’d always thought they were solid. The parferk power couple. But I’d been ton wrapped up in my own misery to notice the cracks.

“I’m sorry,” I said, and I meant it.

She shook her head. Don’t be. Just… don’t give up. Elena might still be out there. And even if she’s not your need to live. For her. For yourself

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