Rifling through her memories, she could not recall any happy ones that took place in this room.
Now that she thought about it, every memory involved either blood, tears, or both.
She walked over to the bed and sat down, finally understanding why the layout of the room and even the style of the bedsheets remained the same over the three years she had spent ‘dead’. They were all testaments of the yearning Kendrick felt for her.
To the extent that even her clothes, accessories, and the expired skincare she used were still neatly lined where they used to be.
She picked up the wedding albums that were stacked by the bed and flipped through each as she caressed the features of the man in them.
Niamh then saw a diary next to the bed—her diary.
Flipping that open, Niamh read through the events of the sad past she had recorded. The roughness of the pages had her imagining the tears Kendrick shed when he flipped through the diary countless times, for there were many tear tracks left on the pages.
Swallowing her tears, Niamh held the diary in her arms as she lay down sideways on the bed. Tears rolled from the corner of her eyes, wetting the pillow under her head.
Niamh sniffed quietly, taking in Kendrick’s faint scent that lingered on it.
She thought to herself, ‘Perhaps this is how Kendrick felt when I died.
‘Most likely.
‘Looks like I could never have let you go anyway, Kendrick.’
‘I still love you even after I’ve gotten my revenge.’
Niamh had no idea when she fell asleep, but the sky was already dark when she woke.
She left the villa and made her way to Montgomery Manor.
Eloise and Sean were elated at her return.
However, they could not help but feel worried when they took in Niamh’s downcasted expression. “Are you still hurting due to what happened with Lillian, Eveline?”
Niamh felt her heart clench. “Kendrick’s dead.”
“Wh-What? Kendrick’s dead?” Eloise and Sean could not believe their ears.
“He flew back a few days ago, but his flight crashed.”
“His flight crashed? How could that be? There wasn’t any news of the like.” Eloise and Sean were confused.
Niamh halted. “There wasn’t?”
“Not at all. We didn’t hear about any accidents pertaining to any airlines as well.” Sean confirmed. “Are you sure you’re not mistaken, Eveline?”
Niamh felt her heart skip a beat as she pulled out her phone to check for relevant news only to find nothing about a flight from F Country to Glendale crashing.
Niamh’s heart raced.
Thinking back to the things that happened over these past couple of days, Niamh spent a moment in silence before she turned and ran out.
“It’s late, Eveline. Where are you going?” Eloise and Sean were concerned, but they knew that they could not hold Niamh back.
Niamh drove toward Felipe’s villa and marched inside. Holding on to her last thread of calm, Niamh made a beeline to the second-floor study and punched in the passcode. However, Felipe was nowhere to be found.
No longer as careful as she was last time, she directly started to go through the documents on the table and turned on Felipe’s computer.
The computer required a passcode, and by following the steps Jackson had taken to override the passcode from memory, she was surprised to find the computer unlocked.
Clicking into one of Felipe’s files, she was met with a line full of letters and symbols that she could not understand.
“Evie.” Cathy suddenly appeared.
Niamh closed the document and asked calmly, “Is Felipe back, Cathy?”
“Felipe went to F Country a few days ago but he hasn’t returned yet,” Cathy replied honestly.
“Then do you know if Felipe’s…” Niamh trailed off mid-question, not knowing how she should continue.
“Are you alright, Evie? You don’t look so good.”
Niamh chuckled humorlessly. “You can thank Felipe for that.”
“…” Not knowing how to reply to that, Cathy merely frowned.
Niamh was about to leave when she turned and saw Cathy covering her mouth, looking nauseated. “Did you get pregnant again, Cathy?’
Cathy’s expression paled. “No, there’s no way.” She shook her head in denial.
Niamh thought she saw something weird in Cathy’s shimmering eyes.
However, she did not have the time to think too deeply about such trivial matters now.
All she wanted was to know the truth behind the so-called plane crash and if it was even a true event or not.
Niamh returned home and spent the entire night deep in thought. She could not help but feel that she had fallen into someone’s well-thought-out scam.
Felipe could just want her to think that Kendrick had died when he was still very much alive.
Niamh went back to F Country again, thinking that Kendrick might still be somewhere in F Country.
She dashed back to the hotel and rebooked a hotel room. With her luggage in tow, she walked toward the elevator just as it arrived.
The doors opened and as Niamh was about to enter, she was met with the indifferent and ethereal features of Kendrick Waldburg!
Niamh’s throat clamped as she stared at the lean and jaded figure. “Kendrick?”
Niamh stared at the features in shock, the heavy feeling in her chest dissipating.
There was surprise in Kendrick’s eyes as well when he looked back at her.
“You’re really alright, Kendrick!” Niamh ran toward him, her hands reaching out to hold his before she realized.
Feeling the warmth of his hands, Niamh relaxed.
At that moment, Niamh knew that there would not be anything more important than Kendrick being alive and well.
Kendrick stared at Niamh who was clutching his hands excitedly. Beautiful as her smiling appearance was, the woman had tears in her eyes.
“You look a lot like the person I like, miss,” he spoke, the baritone of his voice as magnetic and alluring as she had remembered.
Niamh thought that Kendrick was joking with her when he slowly removed his hands from her grasp. He asked faintly, “Do you recognize me?”
“…”
Niamh was confused by Kendrick’s question. Was he doing this on purpose? He had no reason to make such a joke, though.
“What are you saying, Kendrick? Don’t you recognize me? It’s Nia.”
“Nia?”
Kendrick rolled the words in his mouth as his gaze turned cold. “I think you have the wrong person.”
Then, Kendrick left only to stop after a few steps. He turned and stared at Niamh who was still rooted in place.
He walked back toward her. Niamh assumed that Kendrick was done playing with her and that he no longer wanted to joke. However, he only bent down to pick up the rainbow shell in front of her feet before taking his leave once more.
His chain of actions had Niamh’s heart feeling like it was suspended mid-air by a thread.
She had no idea what happened to Kendrick over the past few days, but it seemed that he truly did not recognize her at all.
It did not seem like he lost his memories as he still knew who he was.
Could he possibly be showing traits of a dissociative identity disorder as she had before?
No, that was impossible.
There were hardly such coincidences.
Niamh ran after him. Reaching the entrance, she watched Kendrick get into a car. It was the same car that Felicity had been sitting in a few days ago.
The car drove off, and Niamh hailed a taxi to follow it.
Around ten minutes later, the car arrived at the apartment Felicity lived in. Niamh watched Felicity and Kendrick alight the car before entering the apartment.
Had Kendrick and Felicity’s friendship gotten so close to the point that they could now walk side by side?
Finding it hard to imagine, Niamh followed confusedly and was met with the sight of Kendrick following Felicity into the same apartment complex. She quickly followed after and slammed her hand on the wooden door before it could be closed.
Felicity quirked her red lips in a prideful smile as her eyes fell on Niamh.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.