When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 1066 Barrett gasped for air, his chest tightening as though gripped by a massive hand, making it impossible to breathe.

"What's wrong with you?" Viola had been woken by the commotion. She looked at him. sitting up, clearly in a daze.

"Another nightmare?” she asked impatiently.

Lately, he had been having nightmares every night. Viola couldn't help but wonder how much guilt weighed on him to make it happen so often. What frustrated her most was that he often called out Aurora's nduring these nightmares.

When he didn't respond, still clutching his chest and gasping for breath, she sneered, Dreaming about Aurora again? Did she die in this one too?" "She's dead," Barrett murmured, his face drenched with either sweat or tears-it was hard to tell. "It felt so real... I dreamt that the villagers hacked her to death. She died miserably. Her head was severed, and there was blood everywhere. Her body...was torn apart." Hearing him say this in the middle of the night made Viola's skin crawl.

"Enough!" she snapped. “Whether she lives or dies is none of your concern. Just go back to sleep.” Barrett swung his legs off the bed and stood up, his body heavy with exhaustion. "You sleep. I'm going to the study." Viola's frustration flared. "You always go to the study. What do you think the servants will say about me?" Barrett didn't even register her words. He stood, clinging to the edge of the bed for support. His mind was consumed by the echoes of Aurora's screams in his dream.

He stumbled out of the room, the sound of rain hitting the roof catching his attention. It had started raining without him noticing, the relentless downpour rolling down in streams.

As he walked down the corridor, the flickering lamps outside swayed violently in the wind, their light casting eerie shadows. His silhouette was distorted, at times looming like a monstrous figure, at other times swaying like a ghost.

The wind and rain combined into a mournful chorus that sounded like wailing spirits. The thought of Aurora's anguished cries from his dream made his chest ache. It felt as though his heart had been tossed into a boiling pot of oil-painful, searing, unbearable.

He had intended to go to the study, but his feet seemed to have a mind of their own, carrying him instead to the Blessed Haven.

Chapter 1066 +25 BONUS By the the pushed open the door, he was drenched through.

In just a month or two, the once well-kept residence had becovergrown with weeds. The servants o longer cin to clean, and the place was engulfed in darkness. The only light cfrom the lamps outside, casting faint shadows that barely illuminated the courtyard.

The wind howled, and the rain poured down in sheets. Barrett stood in the yard, not moving another step.

He stared at the closed doors of the hall, the sones he had passed through countless times before. Each time, Aurora would emerge with a mocking expression, her voice sharp as she asked, "So, you still remember the way to Blessed Haven?" But she would never ask that again.

A strange feeling twisted in his chest. Was it pain? Or discomfort? Perhaps it was relief.

He wasn't sure if Aurora was truly dead, but this dream-it had been too real. It was more vivid than any nightmare he had ever had.

In his dream, he had seen her head fall, her eyes wide with terror and hopelessness. He had even heard her voice calling his name.

The memories of when they first met flooded his mind. Even now, he couldn't tell if he had ever truly loved Aurora. He felt like he still couldn't understand what love was.

When he returned from Victory Pass, he told Carissa that he didn't know how to love until he met Aurora. Aurora had made his heart race. When he held her hand, his pulse quickened. He wanted to be close to her. Seeing her bright, carefree face, his gaze followed her instinctively.

Barrett knew Aurora wasn't beautiful, nor was she gentle. But there was a wildness about her, like a wildflower blooming in his heart. Her boldness made him smile and made his eyes sparkle with affection.

As for Carissa, had he ever loved her? The question gnawed at him, hammering at his mind.

He opened his mouth; the cold rainwater splashed into it, but it did eache nothing to ease the ache in his chest. The pain was sharp-so sharp it brought him to his knees.

He didn't know why, but the thought of Carissa brought an overwhelming How He remembered lifting her sorrow white veil, that moment when he had felt like the luckiest man alive. Collapsing into the overgrown weeds, he howled in grief until his voice was hoarse.

Chapter 1066 +25 BONUS Whether he loved them or not, he had lost both of them. One would never turn around to look at him again, and the other was gone forever.

"What are you howling here for? People never appreciate what they have until it's lost. Isn't that pathetic?" Viola's angry voice broke through his despair. She stood behind him, holding an umbrella and dressed in her nightgown.

What frustrated Viola even more than Barrett's sorrow was that after m marrying him, she felt as though she had beca shrew. Everything seemed to irritate her, and nothing ever felt right. 30 Search the Find website on Google to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.