Praying for Her Love (Julia Rivera) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

One day, I saw a news article online saying that Randell seemed to be planning to leave the capital and

rededicate his life to the monastery.

There was a photo posted in the article. In it, he looked haggard as he stood by the sea, as if he were a

lost, wandering soul.

I stared at that photo for a long time, but I felt no resentment or satisfaction. I felt mostly an unexplainable sense of calm.

Maybe his regret was real, but so what?

I was no longer his shackle, and I had no intention of becoming his redemption again.

“Ms. Rivera, I’m here!” Finley’s voice rang out, interrupting my thoughts.

I turned to him and patted his head. “Why are you late today?”

“Uncle Damon was looking for something, and he took forever!”

I turned to look at Damon, who was standing next to us, and he handed me some information about a

competition.

“I won’t participate. Why do you keep wanting me to join competitions?” I asked.

“Because you shouldn’t keep your talents buried. Don’t let your past hold you back.”

I didn’t answer him.

He sighed. “Painting is your passion, right? Those people from your past can’t destroy what you love, not

unless you’re the one who gives it up. Give it a try. Your paintings deserve to be seen by even more people.

That night, I dug out my old paintbrushes.

A stretch of ocean slowly appeared on the canvas, and the sky held the first rays of dawn. And in the

shimmering waters was a reflection of me.

As I painted the last stroke, I suddenly realized that this painting wasn’t for Damon or anyone else. It was

for me.

On the day of the exhibition, my painting received high praise from the judges. The talent that I had hidden away for these past few years was finally being seen by the world again.

I thought that this would be the beginning of a new chapter in this new life of mine, but what I didn’t expect was for this “comeback” to utterly shatter my tranquil life.

I was teaching the kids how to choose and pair colors in class one day. Sunlight streamed through the windows while the kids quietly painted. The whole studio was filled with a sense of peace that I hadn’t

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felt in a long time.

Suddenly, the studio door slammed open, and a person ran in.

“Julia Rivera!”

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