Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315

I looked down af Julian, who was now being helped to his feet by his men, blood still trickling from his mouth. Ever half dead, even barely conscious, he was still the man she’d choose. And I… I was just the monster who’d taken her away from him.

The realization crept in slowly, like poison, filling me with cold, bitter understanding. I could force her to stay. I could lock her away, could break her spirit. could make her submit. But I would never have what Julian ad-her love, freely given

I would be just like my father. Taking what I wanted by force, keeping woman prisoner, watching her wither away until there was nothing left but resentment and fear.

The thought made bile rise in my throat, but it wasn’t enough to make me noble. It was just enough to make me tired. Bone-deep, soul-crushing tired.

“Get him medical attention,” I said quietly to my men, the words tasting like ash. “And then… step aside.”

The shock on everyone’s faces was almost comical. I wasn’t doing this out of some sudden burst of conscience. I was doing it because I was sick of losing. Sick of fighting for something that would never really be mine. Sick of being the villain in someone else’s love story.

I walked toward the house slowly, my mind already calculating. This wasn’t over. It couldn’t be over. But maybe… maybe I needed a different approach.

When I reached the study, Elena was still strapped to the frame, tears streaming down her face.

“I’m going to untie you,” I said quietly. “Your clothes are over there.”

I worked at the leather straps with steady hands, ignoring the way she flinched when my fingers brushed her skin. When she was free, she immediately scrambled away from me, rubbing her wrists.

I picked up her jeans and shirt, holding them out to her at arm’s length. She snatched them from my hands and turned her back, dressing quickly with shaking fingers.

When she was dressed, she moved toward the door, but I stepped into her path. She froze, fear flashing across her face, and part of me savored that look.

The power I still held over her.

“I just want to ask you one thing,” I said quietly. “Will you remember me? After all this… will there be any part of you that remembers?”

She was quiet for a long moment, her eyes searching my face. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft but steady.

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“The Alexander I knew in London,” she said carefully, “the one who was kind to me and Lila, who made us feel safe… that man will stay in my heart.

Not the real me, then. Just the carefully constructed facade t’d maintained for four years. The beautiful lie.

It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did. But maybe that was something I could work with. Maybe that man-the one she remembered fondly-could find another way back into her life.

“Then go,” I said, stepping aside. “Get out of here. Before I change my mind.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She moved past me, giving me a wide berth, and I followed her out at a distance.

I watched from the doorway as she made her way down the steps to where Julian had collapsed onto his knees, his strength finally giving out. Blood was spreading across his shirt, and his face was gray with pain.

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Chapter 315

Without hesitation, she dropped down beside him, her hands gentle as she checked his wounds. When she touched his face, he looked at her with an pxpression su tender it made my chest ache with something I refused to name.

“Come on,” she said softly, slipping her arm around his waist and helping him to his feet with surprising strength. “Let’s get you back to the hospital, you re still injured.”

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