Chapter 7 

The doctor paused, flipping through the medical records again. “What baby? Miss Wells it pregnant 

Before he could finish, Martin’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen and answered ghost hesitation. 

Whatever was said on the other end made his expression shift. Without a word, he turned and rashed out of the room. 

Evelyn watched him go, her heart sinking 

Martin, you just missed your last chance to know the truth. 

For the next few days, Martin didn’t return. Instead, Stella bombarded Evelyn with messages. 

Day one: Martin read me a bedtime story. 

Day two: He fed me soup, blowing on it so it wouldn’t burn me. 

Day three: He dried my hair himself. 

Meanwhile, Evelyn, with fifteen stitches on her forehead, didn’t even get a glance from him. 

When she was finally discharged, Martin showed up. 

After handling the paperwork, he led her to the car. But the passenger seat was already taken 

Stella sat there, the window rolled down. 

Evelyn didn’t want to share the car with her and turned to hail a taxi. But then Stella waved, and the pendant around her neck caught Evelyn’s eye. 

She froze. 

It was the peace pendant her mother had given her–the one she’d worn for over a decade. 

She’d given it to Martin on their wedding day, her voice trembling with hope. 

“This pendant will keep you safe, so you can take care of me forever.” 

Now, it hung around Stella’s neck. 

“Why does she have that?” Evelyn pointed at the pendant, her eyes locked on Martin. 

He followed her gaze, his expression tightening as he remembered. 

Stella stepped in, her tone sweet. “Don’t be mad, Evelyn. Martin wanted to make it up to me, and I liked the penu.. gave it to me.” 

Evelyn felt the last of her strength drain away. 

“Give it to her,” she said quietly. “Give her everything.” 

12:13 

Cleared for Departure: So Is My Love 

so he 

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12:13 Sat, 17 May ** 

The villa, the pendant, even you–I’m letting it all go. 

Martin drove Evelyn home first. As she got out, he said. “Wait for me. I’ll take Stella back.” 

Evelyn didn’t respond, just walked into the villa. 

The car drove off, and she didn’t look back. 

Inside, she began sorting through her things–throwing some away, donating others. 

As she worked, she realized how much they’d shared in just three years. 

Most of her jewelry had been gifts from him–bracelets, necklaces, hairpins. She packed them all into a box. 

Then her eyes landed on the dreamcatcher above the bed. 

Martin had made it for her during their first year of marriage. 

Back then, she’d been struggling with anxiety, haunted by nightmares. 

He’d tried everything to help her sleep, finally crafting the dreamcatcher himself. 

“This will keep the nightmares away,” he’d said. 

And it had worked–or maybe it was just his love that had calmed her. 

Now, she took it down and tossed it into the box. 

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