Ditching Me for His 'Soulmate'? His Loss. Next Stop: My New Life novel Chapter 75

Chapter 7

A sudden crash behind him caught Silas’s attention—the sharp sound of glass breaking shattered the quiet air.

“Bastards! You’re all liars! None of you actually like me!” came Rebecca’s voice, raw and desperate, followed by the unmistakable sound of her uncontrollable sobbing.

Silas’s irritation flared. He could never understand how Rebecca seemed to have an endless supply of tears. No matter what he said or how minor his opinion, she would immediately burst into tears, as if it was her default reaction.

In stark contrast, his memories of Charlotte were different. She had never cried, not even once. Even in their darkest days, living in a cramped basement and surviving on instant noodles day after day, Charlotte’s smile was always radiant and unwavering.

He remembered his last birthday with her vividly—though all they had were two packets of cheap instant ramen, she had somehow fashioned them into a makeshift cake. She stuck matches in as candles, closed her eyes to make a wish, then shared the humble meal with him. To Silas, every bite felt sweet, filled with warmth and love.

Now, Silas lay on the narrow cot in his cluttered lab, chain-smoking through the long, restless night. The wedding was only a week away, yet for the first time in his life, a heavy dread settled deep in his chest.

The next morning, Rebecca called, eager to discuss wedding dresses. Silas, feeling overwhelmed, made a vague excuse about being busy and postponed the conversation.

The following day, an unexpected assignment came up—monitoring a project at a partner lab out of town. Without hesitation, Silas volunteered, grateful for a reason to escape.

Three days later, upon returning and switching on his phone, he was met with over ninety-nine missed calls and a flood of texts from Rebecca.

He sighed deeply before opening the most recent message.

“Silas, why aren’t you answering? Are you breaking up with me? If you don’t want me anymore, then I don’t want to live.”

His heart tightened at her words.

“My life has been miserable anyway. Just let me die with my baby. Death will solve everything,” another message followed, chilling Silas to the bone.

Fear gripped him—was she truly on the edge? He quickly typed a reply.

“Rebecca, I was on an assignment assisting a partner lab. All communications were blocked. I just got out and am on my way back now.”

He pressed send, then hurried back to Chicago, anxiety gnawing at him with every mile. The silence from Rebecca’s side only deepened his worry—what if she had done something irreversible?

Ignoring traffic signals in his rush, finally, just before dusk, he pulled into the driveway.

Both housemaids were present. Silas grabbed one by the arm, his voice urgent.

“Where’s Miss Brown? Why didn’t you go with her when she left?”

The maid glanced nervously and replied, “Sir, Miss Brown said she was meeting a friend to talk today and told us not to come. I think she mentioned a place called ‘The Gilded Leaf Teahouse’?”

Without pausing for even a sip of water, Silas spun around and sped toward the teahouse.

Instead of calling Rebecca, he searched every room in the house upon arrival. Finally, from the last room, he caught the faint sound of her soft laughter.

He yanked open the door, and their eyes locked. For a moment, Silas was frozen, caught off guard.

After a brief silence, Rebecca stood, smiled warmly, and pulled him inside.

“Silas, you’re here! I was just about to come back and tell you—I have a huge surprise for you.”

But Silas’s heart clenched painfully. Sitting across from them was Mr. Davis, and a cold, uneasy feeling crept up his spine.

Swallowing hard, Silas followed Rebecca and sat down cross-legged.

Rebecca’s voice cracked as she pleaded until her throat was raw. When Silas remained unmoved, she erupted into a tantrum.

“If you don’t agree, then I don’t want to live! Better to die now than be a laughingstock raising my son in prison!”

She shoved him away and stormed toward the door.

In that moment, Silas felt only exhaustion—deep, bone-weary fatigue. He didn’t move a muscle.

Rebecca stopped at the doorway, surprised that he didn’t chase after her like he usually did. Her face flushed with anger and frustration.

Seeing the tense silence, Mr. Davis stood quickly and pulled Rebecca back.

“Alright, alright. No need to be so hasty. Dr. Duncan needs time to think.”

He pushed Rebecca gently in front of Silas, then rose and left the room.

Silas said nothing. His expression was stone-cold as he stood and drove home.

Back at the villa, Rebecca was still stomping her feet in fury.

“Since none of you can see how hard I’m trying, I might as well just die! I’m worthless and unlucky anyway!”

As Rebecca performed her dramatic outburst, Silas, who had been silent until then, suddenly spoke, his voice low and chilling.

“Then go ahead and die. And take that bastard child with you.”