Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Billionaire Is 82 Chapter 82 GiveRebirth 10 Free Coins I never thought someone like me-trapped between life and death, not quite ghost or human-could ser foot in a place so sacred, I even imagined something tic, like getting blastel back by a beam of holy light, just like on TV.

But real life isn't like that.

Barefoot, I stepped onto the stairs.

Snow covered each step, soft and silent under my feet. The hem of my dress shifted with the wind, but the cold never reached me.

Nothing stoppedas I climbed higher. At the top, I knelt, just like Luke had done before me.

I don't know if gods are real. I don't know if they can hear the stubborn hopes and wishes of people like us.

The first two times I prayed, it was for someone else. This time, it was for me.

I lifted my dress slightly and bowed three times, lowering myself fully to the ground with each movement.

By midnight, frost had settled thick on Luke's face.

His hair and lashes were frozen, stiff, and white.

The driver pleaded with him over and over to leave. He warned Luke that if he stayed any longer, he might not survive-or, at best, he'd lose half his strength.

Luke didn't pay attention to the driver's words. He bowed his head and said quietly. "So it really is this cold. How did she manage to get through it?".

The truth is simple. No one can fully understand another person's pain unless they've lived through the sstruggles, carried the sweight, and faced the shardships. But people have different lives and experiences. How many could say they'd done that? That's why those who speak from a safe distance, urging others to make peace with their suffering, were either foolish or cruel.

Only by feeling someone else's pain could you understand what empathy truly means.

Luke used to dismiss the amulet, thinking it was meaningless. Now, each the knelt, he realized just how much that thin piece of paper held.

It carried everything inside him-his longing, his regret, and his wildest hopes.

"O wife of mine, stay safe "O wife of mine, find peace." O wife of mine, cback to me." 1/4 Chapter 82 GiveRebirth Bast Jove given too late was worth nothing at all.

Late, you love is not something I can accept.

I was fervent in my prayers, hoping for the next life.

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Perhaps blessed by angels, Luke managed to conquer the mountain's peak before sunrise, and with snow buffeting as well.

He tripped on the last step and hit the ground with a tad.

The streetlight outside Mount Spiritus Abbey cast a faint glow, and snowflakes danced in the air around him.

He blinked slowly, his eyes heavy, until they focused on me.

"Chloe! You're back! I knew you'd cback!" His voice cracked, and he pushed himself up with what little strength he had left. Then, with all his might, he lunged toward me.

By to him, I was nothing more than a flicker of light-something he could see but not hold.

His body passed straight through mine and fell back into the snow, scattering it in all directions.

Even then, Luke wouldn't stop. He reached out, his hand grasping at my foot.

His fingers slipped through my ankle as if I wasn't there, I didn't look back. I stepped past him and walked. toward the abbey doors.

"Mr. Bolton!" the driver called out as he ran over. He knelt down, trying to help him up..

Luke grabbed the driver's hand. It was cold, but it was solid. It was real, unlike the emptiness he had tried to hold before.

Luke's face lit up as he pointed at my fading silhouette. Did you see her? It's Chloe! I told you she was fine! She's back! She was right there-l almost had her!" The driver stared at him with a mix of pity and uncase To anyone else, Luke must have seemed out of his mind. His desperation for his wife, mixed with the cold and hunger, had blurred the line between reality and illusion. "Mr. Bolton, let's get you inside, the driver urged. "You're freezing.

Luke pushed him away, his movements weak but determined. "I have to find Chloe," he said.

His body was failing him. Even standing took everything he had.

Holdup! Hurry, or she'll be gone again!" Mr. Bolton, please," the driver said, his voice trembling He was frightened by Luke's condition by the raw desperation in his eyes.

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+10 Free Coins But Luke wasn't listening. His gaze stayed fixed on the path ahead, as if his entire world was walking away with me. He couldn't see anything else. Lentered the main hall. The hour was late, yet someone sat inside.

I knew him. The world called him Grandmaster Clearheart.

He had givenprotective amulets twice before. The arst time, it was for my grandmother. That was in the fall, when the air was still warm.

I had fainted halfway up the mountain, my body too frail after the miscarriage.

When I woke, I was in a quiet room. The master was there, holding an amulet. He gave it towith at serious expression and said I must keep it close. Only then, he said, could I avoid great misfortune.

I thanked him and planned to send it to my grandmother before my wedding.

I thought, even then, that it might buy her a few more years.

Now I wonder if the master had known all along. Maybe he saw the truth-that I was the one who wouldn't survive.

Perhaps my fate had been set. Perhaps there was no escaping it.

He sat before me, eyes closed, his voice low as he chanted in a language I couldn't follow.

I knelt in front of the altar.

The deity loomed above me, its figure vast and unyielding.

A flood of emotions rose inside me, each one sharper than the last. The first two times I came, I had prayed for others.

I never imagined the first tI'd pray for myself would feel like this.

I called out to the gods, hoping they could hear me. Please, just one more chance.

I've never done anything to harm the world. The baby insideand I do not deserve this fate.

I don't understand. Why do the good always suffer, while the wicked continue without a care? If I could have one more chance, I would give everything.

Even if it means falling into darkness, never feeling the sun again.

As long as I could have the chance to seek justice, I'd give up anything.

With every word, the chanting grew faster.

It was like a drizzle crescendoing into a downpour, thudding faster and faster.

Ah...".

The master sighed softly. I turned, surprised. At spoint, his eyes had opened. For a brief moment, w 20:00 Sat, Dec 7 D Chapter 82 GiveRebirth locked eyes.

In that instant, I felt as if he could see everything inside me.

Could he see me?

I soon realized he wasn't talking to me. His eyes were focused om elsewhere. He spoke again, his tone even "Mr. Bolton, why are you doing this? Obsession only brings madness," Mr. Bolton? I turned around and saw that the hall behindwas glowing with the light of hundreds of vigil candles.

Who had lit all these? I followed the flickering path, drawn by the lights. There, in the midst of the flames, sat a figure.

It was him. My husband's uncle, sitting in a wheelchair, the lights dancing around him.

I froze. What was he doing here? Confusion hitlike a wave. I took slow steps toward him, trying to make sense of it all.

As I moved, the air seemed to shift. A soft breeze made my dress ripple, the candlelight swaying in rhythm with it.

I stopped in front of him, staring. His face was handsome, but there was something deeply sad in his eyes. Carter: He was nothing like the man I had imagined.

Then, his eyes locked onto mine. His face went pale, and his voice shook. "You. you're back..." 2000 Sat Dec 7 Chapter 83 Hope. Perhaps