Everest's Guardian Hubby Watched Me Freeze My Ghost Knows Where He'll Burn novel Chapter 28

Chapter 15

Nicholas drifted through an exceptionally long and vivid dream.

In this dream, he was once again a four-year-old boy. A new family had just moved into the house next door, and he found himself meeting a little girl who was three months younger than him.

He instantly adored this girl with her ponytail, who seemed so calm and gentle on the outside but was actually bursting with boundless energy.

She would drag him down to the swings in the yard, and no matter how hard he pushed, she would insist he push even harder—she claimed she wanted to soar all the way up to the sky.

Secretly, she would spend her small allowance on snacks, always sharing half with him, proudly declaring them to be the most delicious treats in the entire world.

Whenever she got into trouble and the adults found out, she would courageously step forward and take full responsibility, never betraying him even if it meant facing punishment herself.

Day after day, he followed her everywhere. From one end of the street to the other, from the innocence of childhood to the blossoming of adolescence, from the hopeful promise of lifelong friendship to the dream of walking hand-in-hand into marriage.

For her, he had given up a future filled with endless possibilities without a single hesitation.

And in front of all their friends and family, he had sworn to love only her for the rest of his life.

Nicholas believed that was the happy ending.

After all, in every story he’d ever heard, childhood sweethearts who overcame every obstacle and became a couple—that was where the tale ended.

But the world he lived in was not a movie or a novel.

It was the real, breathing world.

He was not a hero with magical powers or a destined fate.

His life kept moving forward.

That church, once glowing with flowers and balloons, filled with blessings and love—soon transformed into a walled city.

A cage branded with the nameplate of marriage, where sunlight barely ever reached.

The love and devotion he thought would last forever slowly eroded in the dull, repetitive routine of daily married life.

One hope died, and another was born—they rose and fell, constantly replacing one another.

The guilt and pain that haunted him, robbing him of sleep, grew wild and unchecked, mirroring his wife’s growing listlessness and fading spirit.

He was powerless to stop the tragedy. Just as powerless as he had been to save Elara’s parents.

He couldn’t heal Elara, just as he couldn’t rewind time to the moment of the accident and change the outcome.

His heart decayed slowly in the cold, dark reality, until finally it became nothing more than muddy sludge—unrecognizable from the vibrant love it once held.

“I—I don’t know, Mom.”

That shattered her completely.

She gripped his hand tightly, her voice trembling, almost breaking into a scream.

“You don’t KNOW? How can you not know? She’s your WIFE! How dare you—how dare you say you don’t know…”

Her voice broke apart entirely, and with it came every painful memory he had been desperately trying to suppress.

He snapped fully awake.

The police station. The officer’s words. The death certificate. Switzerland. Dignitas.

Before he had lost consciousness, the despair and suffocating grief that had made him wish for death came crawling back like a swarm of ants covering his entire body.

Bite by bite, devouring him.

He felt with brutal clarity every ache radiating through his limbs, his chest, every nerve ending.

His heart shattered in the cold, relentless reality.