Everest's Guardian Hubby Watched Me Freeze My Ghost Knows Where He'll Burn novel Chapter 24

Chapter 11

Just as his mother had warned him, everything left behind in the apartment belonged to him now. Not a single item had been forgotten by Elara, as if she had been meticulously planning her departure for months.

Nicholas’s legs suddenly gave way beneath him. He slid down to the cold floor, a cold sweat breaking out across his skin, his body trembling with shock and despair.

His mother crouched down beside him, gripping his shoulders tightly, her voice rising with frantic urgency. “You had a fight, didn’t you? Damn it, her legs are completely shot, and you still couldn’t just let it go? What on earth did you say to her?”

“It’s freezing out there! Where could she have possibly gone? Think! If something happens to her, how are you going to face her parents? You stood at their graves and PROMISED you’d take care of her!”

“Call her! Apologize! She has a good heart—she’ll forgive you. Just do something, for God’s sake!”

Each word felt like a dagger twisting deeper into Nicholas’s chest, cutting into the vulnerable parts of himself he had been desperately trying to avoid for months.

His lips moved, but no sound came out—only ragged, shallow breaths and fragmented thoughts that existed solely in his mind.

We never even fought.

She never yelled, never complained, never uttered a single word. She carried everything alone, silently.

She disappeared on purpose. This was her way of telling me she knows everything.

She’s done with me. No matter what I say or how many times I apologize, she’s not coming back.

Those thoughts tightened like a noose around his heart, twisting into an unbreakable knot that he would spend the rest of his life trying—and failing—to unravel.

He had known Elara for over twenty years. He understood her better than anyone else.

She was brave, stubborn, and once she made up her mind, that was it. No second chances. No do-overs.

Three years of marriage, nine years together, two decades of shared memories—all of it ended with that one quiet question she had asked him in the hotel room.

“Do you really have to go?”

She wasn’t asking if he had to return to New York.

She was asking if he was ready to walk away from everything they had built together.

The girl he loved more than anything, collapsed on the pavement, bleeding, barely breathing.

To save him, she had lost her legs, condemning herself to a lifetime in a wheelchair.

And she had never once regretted it.

He still remembered what she told him the day she was discharged from the hospital.

“Nicholas, if I had to do it all over again, ten thousand times, I would still save you.”

If she would save him a thousand times over…

Then maybe, if he could just find her, confess everything, and beg for her forgiveness…

Would she give him one last chance?

Would she?