Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 107

When Sarah West passed away three years ago, he had suffered a total breakdown. Unable to stay in Somerset—a city suffocated by memories of her—he had moved to Capital City. Worried about him, his cousin bought the house right next door, dropping by constantly to check on him...

Dominic snapped back to the present.

He went upstairs, pulled a box out of a storage cabinet, and set it on the coffee table.

Inside was a collection of trinkets and photos that had once belonged to Sarah.

Seeing them again after all this time.

Seeing the sweet, radiant smile of the girl in the photos.

Dominic's heart contracted violently...

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jarrett. The DNA discrepancy report between Ms. Vance and Ms. West just came back. The match is 0.001%... They are not the same person..."

Toby Marsh's words still echoed in his ears.

They were not the same person...

So all his fantasies, all his reckless hope and excitement these past few days, were nothing more than a desperate delusion...

Dominic's breathing hitched, his eyes burning red. He sat rigidly on the sofa, paralyzed for a long time before he finally reached out. With trembling fingers, he pulled a small rabbit keychain from the box—something Sarah used to carry everywhere—and gripped it tightly.

It felt as if... he were reaching across time, holding onto her one last time.

He bowed his head, pressing his forehead against the hand clutching the keychain, his voice tearing at the seams. "Sadie, I really... miss you so much... Tell me, what am I supposed to do? Give me an answer, please?"

Keep searching endlessly for you...

Or finally accept that you're gone...

Of course, no one answered him.

Dominic let out a bitter, hollow laugh, gripping the keychain so hard his knuckles turned white and veins bulged on his hand.

Trapped in this suffocating limbo.

Sometimes, he truly felt like he was losing his mind...

...

But then, an idea hit him.

He whirled around, throwing his arms around Dominic's legs and looking up with bright, pleading eyes. "Uncle Dominic, why don't you come with me to the event!"

Dominic frowned. He had a crucial meeting that afternoon and certainly didn't have the time to play babysitter. He was just about to refuse...

When Parker blinked his teary eyes and whined, "Even Miles has his aunt going with him, and I have nobody!"

Dominic froze, a sudden jolt ripping through his chest.

Clara was going too?

Parker waited a few seconds. When his uncle didn't answer, he completely gave up. Letting go of his legs, he muttered, "Forget it. If you don't want to go, you don't have to..."

He hung his head and started trudging back toward the house.

Dominic's brow furrowed as a sudden, reckless thought flashed through his mind. Driven by an inexplicable impulse, he reached out and grabbed the boy by his collar. "Are you still going or not?"

Parker froze, instantly bouncing back to life. He spun around, beaming. "Yes! Uncle Dominic, do you really mean it? You're not going to trick me and make the bodyguards take me halfway there, are you? Because I won't go if you do!"