When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 25 The Truth

It had to be a coincidence! It had to be! If Cecilia was the one who saved me, why had she never mentioned it? And if it was her, then everything I had done to her over the years…..

Zachary closed Cecilia’s medical report and returned to his office, where he sat in silence for the entire night.

The next morning, Zachary dialed Stella’s number.

“Stella, let’s meet. I have something to discuss with you.

At a private restaurant, inside a reserved room, Stella arrived looking elegantly dressed.

A waiter came over and took her coat.

Zachary’s eyes fell on her smooth, unblemished arms. There were no scars.

Four years ago, his car had been in an accident.

He was trapped inside, unconscious and covered in blood.

A young girl had risked her life to reach through the shattered car window, forcing the door ope

As she reached inside, her arm was deeply cut by the broken glass. The hospital director had said the wound needed stitches.

So, after healing, it would be impossible for there to be no trace left.

Under Zachary’s gaze, Stella began to feel a bit uneasy.

“Zach, you said you had something to tell me. What is it?”

Zachary snapped out of his thoughts and withdrew his gaze, his tone cooling slightly.

“Cecilia is dead.”

Stella was stunned.

Immediately, she exclaimed in shock, “When did this happen? How could it be so sudden?”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Her words conveyed disbelief, but deep down, a sense of unprecedented relief welled.

Cecilia was dead!

That meant the last obstacle standing between her and Nathaniel was gone up.

“It happened today. She died from excessive blood loss. The doctors couldn’t save her.”

Zachary picked up his glass of red wine, gently swirling it before downing it in one gulp.

Through the glass, he caught a fleeting glimpse of joy on Stella’s face before it quickly disappeared.

“This must be fate,” Stella sighed. “She was born into a life most people could never imagine, then used her family’s power to force her way into a marriage with Nathaniel. Now, her death is nothing but karma.”

Karma?

For the first time, Zachary sensed something terrifying in Stella’s words.

Was it wrong to be born into wealth and privilege?

Moreover, he knew Nathaniel’s marriage to Cecilia was nothing more than a business arrangement.

No one could force Nathaniel into anything.

So why, in Stella’s mind, was that a reason for her to deserve death?

Zachary remained silent, and it seemed as if the temperature in the room had dropped.

Stella realized she had misspoken and quickly tried to correct herself. “Zach, you know I’m talking about Cecilia. She was just too scheming.”

Zachary let out a quiet “Mm” and poured himself another glass of wine.

Speaking of scheming, he carefully reflected on it.

Every time, it was Stella who had told him that Cecilia was scheming!

Yet, he himself had never actually witnessed any of these schemes firsthand.

Perhaps the only “scheme” Cecilia ever had was her deep love for Nathaniel. She went out of her way to please everyone around him, including Zachary himself.

But could that really be called scheming?

For some reason, the wine in his mouth suddenly lost its taste.

After trusting Stella for four years, Zachary found it hard to believe she would lie to him.

How could someone who had risked her life to save him possibly be a bad person?

His voice came out unexpectedly hoarse. “Stella, lately I’ve often dreamed of the past, of when you saved me. I dreamed of you telling me not to be afraid, that everything would be okay. Because of you, I survived. Do you still remember?”