Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 119

Astra Hotel fire? Casualty list?

Darren’s heart clenched tight.

He and Charlotte had just had their date at the Astra Hotel last night.

How could a fire break out in such a grand hotel without making the news?

His gaze darkened.

Charlotte had faked her own death before. This was her favorite trick.

She was just trying to sabotage his wedding to Xena—same old routine.

Darren let out a cold, humorless laugh. That woman still hadn’t learned her place. Fine. He’d show her just how determined he was to marry Xena—nothing and no one was going to change that.

He buried his unease and doubt, tightening his grip on the ring as he slowly slipped it onto Xena’s finger.

The officiant’s voice rang out, passionate and triumphant: “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss your bride!”

Every eye in the room was fixed on them.

Xena closed her eyes and tilted her face up, her long lashes trembling like butterfly wings.

Darren leaned in, his hand resting elegantly at the nape of her neck, lowering his head—

His lips were just about to touch hers when—

“Xena…”

Darren’s voice came out hoarse and dry.

Xena’s eyes flew open in confusion, meeting the bottomless depths of Darren’s gaze.

He let her go, straightened up, and stepped back—two steps, then three.

“I’m sorry, something urgent came up…”

“W-what?”

Xena stared at him in utter disbelief.

But Darren had no time to explain. With the guests erupting in shocked whispers, he spun on his heel and bolted—

He didn’t look back, sprinting straight for the doors of Emerald Manor.

The entire guest hall exploded in chaos:

“My god! Mr. Harrington just ran off?”

She was going to find out who had lured him away.

Whoever dared ruin her, she’d make them pay a thousand times over.

For now, the eyes of every guest were still glued to her, so Xena could only let the housekeeper and staff help her off the stage. Every step she took felt like walking barefoot on broken glass.

Down in the crowd, Lena watched the dramatic scene unfold, a satisfied smile playing on her red lips.

Noah, looking worried, started to rise from his seat. “Mom—”

Lena pulled him gently back. “Noah, she’s not your mother. Don’t worry about her. Stay here and have dinner with me.”

“But…”

He looked up, searching Lena’s face for reassurance. In the end, he nodded obediently.

…

Elsewhere—the funeral home.

Wailing echoed through the hall, wearing Darren’s nerves thin.

The director approached, holding a folder, his tone respectful. “Mr. Harrington, we’ve found the information you requested. The body in room 806 suffered facial burns too severe for identification. Based on the check-in records, the deceased is believed to be a woman named Lottie…”