Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

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By giving you an exit, Dad corrected. “A clean, simple exit from a marriage that never should have happened in the first place.”

“Grandfather wanted-

*Your grandfather wanted you settled, Dad cut in. “But he’s recovered now. There’s no reason to keep up this charade.’

‘It’s not a charade, I shot back. ‘We’re legally married. That makes it real.

My parents exchanged a look.

‘Son, Dad said finally, switching back to that reasonable tone, “if you don’t love her, why are you holding on?

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Because I don’t want to lose her. Because the thought of her with someone else makes me want to break things.

But I couldn’t say any of that.

“The contract isn’t over,” I managed. “Breaking it early would cost more in legal fees than just letting it run its course.”

“We’d handle the legal fees,” Mother said immediately.

“And from a public relations standpoint,” Dad added, “it’s cleaner to end it now, quietly, before anyone finds out.”

They always had an answer. Always turned everything into a transaction.

But Elena wasn’t a transaction. She was a person.

“No,” I said quietly.

My mother’s eyes finally cracked, just a little.

“No?” she echoed softly.

“No. I’m not terminating the contract early. Elena and I will finish the five years. Then I hesitated, my voice barely above a whisper, “then we’ll see.”

My mother sighed, and for the first time, I saw real disappointment and helplessness in her eyes.

I turned and walked out, the hallway air cold and sharp in my lungs.

Was Elena still waiting for me at the door?

Or… had she already gone?

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Please Come Back, My Love

hapter 64

Elena: POV

Evelyn shot me a look that said get out. The alcove door clicked shut, leaving me alone in the hallway.

I pressed my back against the wall, my hands trembling as ried to steady my breathing.

He defended me.

The thought kept circling in my head like a broken record. Julian had actually stood up to his mother. Far me.

But I’d heard enough of their muffled conversation through the door to know the truth.

“I don’t love her.”

His voice had been clear. Firm. Like he was stating a fact as simple as the weather.

Of course he doesn’t, You already knew that.

I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly cold despite the warm restaurant air.

Five minutes passed. Then ten.

Finally, the door opened and Julian emerged, his expression unreadable. His parents followed, Evelyn’s face tight with displeasure, David looking

uncomfortable.

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