Deep inside, I found that it no longer mattered to me whether she was a spy or not. All I truly wanted was for her to come back to me. I longed to feel her presence again, to hold her close, to be with her—and only her—until the very end of my days.
The thought of marrying Anya felt wrong, no matter how perfectly she fit the role of Luna. And the idea of kissing the nanny, who bore such a striking resemblance to my late wife, unsettled me deeply.
Stella.
Even her name was eerily close to Ella’s, differing by just two letters. And those lips… I could have sworn that the moment I kissed her on the dance floor, I was tasting Ella all over again. The way she kissed me, how she pressed her body against mine, even the familiar way her fingers tangled in my hair—it was as if Ella had somehow returned.
At times, even now, it genuinely felt like Stella was Ella reborn.
Of course, it was a foolish thought. Completely impossible.
So why, then, did the quiet stillness surrounding Ella’s grave make me question everything?
“I’m going mad without you,” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. “Dr. Evleyn was wrong—I really am losing my mind since you left. I’m seeing your ghost in another woman, feeling a bond that shouldn’t exist. And now, here I am, talking to your grave as if you might answer me.”
The wind picked up suddenly, whistling sharply through the treetops above like some ghostly choir, as if mocking my despair.
I lowered my head briefly, paying my respects one last time, before rising and brushing the dirt from my knees.
Something wasn’t right. A cold knot twisted in my stomach as I realized that there might be more to this story than Stella and Lilith had let on.
What if I had been a fool for not digging deeper sooner?
I clenched the earring tightly in my hand, my mind racing through endless possibilities. After everything that had happened, I couldn’t just ignore it anymore. Out of respect for Ella, I owed it to her to find the truth.
On a sudden impulse, I resolved that I needed to confront Stella as soon as possible.
But… damn it, how could I face her? How could I look her in the eyes after everything we had done tonight?

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