Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 129

Scarlett

Chapter 129

Lucian’s POV

Living without Scarlett felt like drowning in darkness. Every day was an empty, colourless stretch, filled with nothing but sorrow. There was no joy left in my

life, no light, no purpose. I spent most nights with a bottle in hand, numbing myself until I felt nothing at all. But even that brought no relief–it only

deepened the void she left behind.

Clay hadn’t given up, though. He clung to hope like it was the last shred of light in a world swallowed by shadows. He showed her photo to everyone he met.

asking, pleading for any sign of her. He offered rewards, desperate promises, anything to find her again. But the days passed, and there was no news. His

eyes looked more hollow with each passing day.

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And Maxwell… he was barely a man anymore. I saw the emptiness in his eyes, a haunting vacancy that mirrored my own. At first, he’d lash out, anger finding no other place to go. Bianca and her child bore the brunt of his rage, but even he realised that hurting others wouldn’t bring Scarlett back. Eventually, he stopped coming home. Instead, he would go and sit by the place where her scent ad faded that last night, the night she vanished. I knew he sat there in silence, hoping against hope, searching for any sign, any trace of her that might lead her back to us.

Every night, he waited by that lonely roadside, his eyes searching the darkness, praying for a miracle. He’d sit in the dirt, unmoving, like a man rooted in his grief, noping for something–anything–that could ease the ache in our hearts. But each dawn brought nothing but more emptiness. We were all like that now: shells of who we once were, our spirits shattered and lost.

Our duties fell to the wayside, forgotten. How could we care about anything else when our souls had been ripped from us? Scarlett was the heart that held us together, the light that gave our lives meaning. Without her, we couldn’t even pretend to be whole.

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The seer tried to comfort us,

not to give up hope, that maybe one day Scarlett would come back to us. But even hope felt cruel now, like a mirage that only deepened our pain. I wanted to believe her, but the hope itself was hollow, taunting, almost as painful as the loss itself.

One night, I sat alone in my

room, feeling the weight of every mistake, every word left unsaid. The grief finally broke over me like a storm, and I sobbed until my body ached, until there were no tears left to shed. I thought of all the times I could have held her, all the ways I could have shown her that she was our world. The regret was suffocating.

In my desperation, I did something I’d never done before. I sank to my knees, feeling small and broken, and I prayed. With every ounce of emotion I had left, I poured my heart out to the goddess.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible through the tears. “Please… please fix this. I can’t go on living like this. None of us can. Scarlett was our everything, and without her, we’re lost. Clay and Maxwell… they blame me, and maybe they should. I blame myself too. Our lives are nothing but ashes without her, and we don’t even know where she is.”

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My voice cracked as I continued, pleading into the silence, “You made her for us. You know the depth of our love for her. You know how empty we are without her. Please… please bring her back. I swear, if you give us one more chance, I’ll never hurt her again. I’ll cherish her like I should have, with everything I am.”

And then, there was only silence. The emptiness was suffocating, and I was left alone with the echo of my prayer, the raw ache of knowing that all I could do now was wait. But I would wait forever if I had to. For Scarlett, I would wait.

I would always believe in Scarlett. My love for her was absolute, unbreakable, like a vow written into my very bones. I would defy every rule, every boundary, for a chance to keep her close. “Please,” I pleaded, my voice barely more than a whisper through my tears. “Bring her back. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want another mate. I want Scarlett. Please… please fix us.”