I Died, But He Couldn't Let Me Go / Chapter 4: Broken Vows and Bitter Truths
I Died, But He Couldn't Let Me Go

I Died, But He Couldn't Let Me Go

Author: William Rodriguez

Chapter 4: Broken Vows and Bitter Truths

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Didn’t Nathaniel hate this the most?

I glanced at him subconsciously.

Sure enough, when she wasn’t looking, he frowned. Face like a storm cloud. Serves him right.

I wanted to laugh a little. How many years had it been since I saw this expression?

The first year we got married.

He took me to town to have some fun.

By chance, we encountered the star performer at the local bar recruiting guests.

Unfortunately, she took a fancy to Nathaniel at first sight.

After all, out here, it was mostly rough men. Nathaniel, with his delicate skin and gentle looks, attracted not only the performer but also me.

So, when he looked to me for help, I mischievously stepped aside and pretended not to know him.

Nathaniel, angry and unwilling, was practically dragged into the performer’s room by the staff. I followed, just to watch the show.

I watched as he was half-pushed and half-pulled into the room.

When things quieted down inside, I finally realized.

Oh no, I went too far.

This man was my husband!

I hurried to save him, but the bouncers swarmed at me, telling me not to ruin their business.

I rolled up my sleeves and drew the soft blade at my waist.

Fighting? That never scared me.

But that day, I was really a little scared.

Because if I was late, my precious husband might end up with someone else.

That day, with bloodshot eyes, I knocked down twenty strong men and rushed into the room, hair disheveled.

Inside, the scent nearly knocked me out.

Nathaniel sat fully dressed, jaw clenched, glaring at me.

Then, he squeezed out a sentence:

He said: "Wife, you really came just in time!"

I stood on tiptoe and looked over his shoulder at the bed.

The performer was half-undressed and unconscious, her neck red—obviously knocked out by a karate chop.

I withdrew my gaze and answered honestly: "Indeed, very timely."

Afterwards, Nathaniel chewed me out.

It was nothing, just two days unable to get out of bed.

After that, I never teased him like that again.

"Nate, try this."

Nate?

My thoughts were interrupted, and I was disgusted by this "Nate."

I didn’t know when, but the little white flower and Nathaniel were already dining.

I picked a spot far away, fiddling with my hair, just to avoid the scene.

Grandma always said not to talk with your mouth full.

She had the manners of a true society girl.

Compared to her, I seemed much more rough.

After all, I liked to talk while eating, always feeling it was lively.

Nathaniel used to scold me for that, but I never learned.

The more he tried to teach me, the more I wanted to go against him.

I didn’t know what the two were talking about, but the little white flower suddenly pursed her lips and smiled.

I perked up my ears. They were talking about me.

"Nate, find time to visit Marlowe, okay?"

Nathaniel paused while picking up food.

I heard him say in disgust: "Why bring her up for no reason."

My heart was already numb. I didn’t feel a thing.

But the little white flower’s face changed, finally restraining herself and saying nothing.

Nathaniel had just taken over the estate and was busy.

After the meal, he left in a hurry.

I stood up a step late, but to my surprise, the jerk had already gone far, and I was still in place.

Was the restriction gone?

Thinking of this, I tried to walk out of the guesthouse, but at the last step, I was bounced back.

A shiver ran through me. I clutched my chest, pain blooming.

No, I still couldn’t leave.

At this moment, the little white flower’s puzzled voice sounded behind me.

"What’s this?"

My heart pounded, and I stiffly turned my head, following the voice.

What came into view was a smooth, milky-white locket.

At this moment, the locket was in the little white flower’s hand, being examined back and forth.

It was my locket. The one I’d worn since birth.

On my wedding night with Nathaniel, I gave it to him with great care.

He had actually kept it with him all this time?

I never expected this.

"Ma’am, this locket should be Mr. Holloway’s personal item."

Someone answered the little white flower’s question.

I saw her staring at the locket, looking thoughtful. I felt uneasy—was she going to destroy it?!

But, to my surprise, the little white flower found a velvet box and carefully put the locket inside.

An idea flashed through my mind.

Maybe it was the locket that kept me here.

Sure enough, as if to verify my guess, the little white flower had someone return the locket to Nathaniel.

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