Her Daughter's Funeral, Their Wedding Night

Chapter 5 THE EMPTY SEAT BESIDE HIM

Word Count: 612 | Released on: 18/05/2026

orror, and a sickly attempt at recovery. "Mr. M

yes were filled with undisguised disgust. "

sed. Threw one last sen

is calling yo

ith a soft click that someho

t her mother. "S

iance. "This just means we have

you do. I'm not pac

never been able to. She turned and walked dow

at opposite ends of the long mahogany table.

ed behind Don

, filling the silence he clearly preferred, piling food on his plate that he

ck, it was

nd pulled out the cha

yebrows climb toward his hairline.

existence completely-paused mid-bit

him. She'd never shut up long enough for a

rist, hissing. "What are you doing?

ently and looked at Cornelius.

might have been amusement. "Of course. But you've al

looked down

ut a quiet, m

said n

m, a faint smile playing at the corners of

into the chair beside Elenora,

s and resumed eating, h

what had happened in her room. She and Joleen still had to live under this roof, and Donovan effe

few bites when Co

nfident about the de

swer was curt. "I'l

eathered face. "Good. I know I can alway

ve another reason fo

voice dropped, becoming low and unexpectedly gent

jealousy. No rage. Just a calm, detached numbness. She could watch the

ghtly. "Donovan, abou

e sharp as a blade. "This is between Delphin

om Delphine's perspective,

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“For years, Elenora lived as the pathetic, loyal shadow of the Montgomery family, desperately craving a single glance from the billionaire heir, Donovan. That blind devotion shattered the day Delphine Vance's luxury SUV slammed into Elenora's four-year-old daughter, Poppy. Elenora knelt in a pool of blood on the asphalt, screaming for help as Delphine stood by the wreckage with a chilling smirk. When Donovan frantically sprinted onto the scene, Elenora thought they were saved. Instead, he ran right past the dying child to wrap his arms around the completely uninjured Delphine. Elenora grabbed the hem of Donovan's trousers, begging him to save her little girl. "Please. Save her. Save Poppy." He shoved her away so hard she sprawled into the shattered glass, slicing her palms open as she listened to Poppy take her last, gurgling breath. With no one to mourn her daughter, a hollow Elenora walked into the freezing Atlantic Ocean, clutching a tiny white urn until the dark water swallowed her whole. As the saltwater flooded her lungs, her sorrow morphed into a suffocating, violent hatred. Why did she waste her life groveling for a monster who stepped over her dying child? But the afterlife never came. Elenora gasped, her eyes snapping open in her old servant's quarters to find her hands unscarred. She looked at the date on her phone and realized she was seventeen again, five years before the crash. Tearing up the diaries of her past obsession, her eyes turned as cold as the ocean. This time, she wouldn't be their prey; she was going to build her own empire and make them pay.”