Everest's Guardian Hubby Watched Me Freeze My Ghost Knows Where He'll Burn novel Chapter 27

Chapter 14

Arrangements? What arrangements could they possibly mean? Severe depression? But how could that be? The doctor had officially cleared her six months ago, certifying she was fully recovered.

Nicholas’s mind was trapped in a relentless loop, the words echoing over and over, refusing to make sense. Before he could gather his thoughts, the officer continued speaking without pause.

“We received the death certificate yesterday from the Dignitas facility in Switzerland. We’ve verified everything with the embassy, and it all checks out. Since Mrs. Kingston is deceased, and you are her sole next of kin, we need you to sign off on closing her affairs.”

The phrase “death certificate” exploded in Nicholas’s mind like a sudden, violent shock.

“D-Death?” he stammered, his voice barely audible.

The officer glanced up, clearly taken aback by Nicholas’s stunned reaction.

“Yes, Mr. Sterling. Your wife, Elara Kingston, came to this precinct about two weeks ago to pre-file her death certificate. Yesterday, we received official confirmation from the Swiss authorities that she went through with it. She has passed away. That’s why we called you in. You didn’t know?”

Nicholas heard each word distinctly, but when they came together, they formed a nightmare he couldn’t accept.

Elara was dead?

She wasn’t hiding from him in some angry silence?

She was truly gone?

His head shook violently as he took a step back from the desk, disbelief washing over him like a tidal wave.

“That’s impossible. She just turned twenty-four. She had so many plans, so many dreams… She can’t be dead.”

“She promised her parents she would keep fighting. She PROMISED them she wouldn’t give up.”

“And the snow—she wanted to see the first snow. It never even snows in Switzerland. She wouldn’t leave before that—”

His fingers clawed at his hair, his face twisted in anguish, desperately searching for some shred of evidence that would prove the officer wrong. Any proof at all.

But with every word he uttered, his voice grew weaker, thinner, until it finally shattered completely.

All those memories came rushing back with brutal clarity.

This time, the laughter and tears, the love and pain, the care and neglect—they transformed into sharp, gleaming blades, stabbing straight into his heart.

A desperate, choked scream tore from his throat.

A raw, animalistic sound burst forth uncontrollably.

His legs gave out beneath him, and he collapsed onto the cold, unforgiving linoleum floor, his entire body wracked with sobs.

Tears streamed from his bloodshot eyes, falling onto his palms where his nails had dug into the skin so deeply they had drawn blood.

The tears mingled with the crimson, forming dark red streaks.

It was a brutal, irreversible moment of grief.