The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 358

**The Perfect 358**

**Chapter 358**

**Alexander’s POV**

Ella was alive.

It was a revelation that sent shockwaves through my very being. After all the anguish, all the uncertainty, she was… alive.

I could hardly wrap my mind around it. It felt surreal, like I had stepped into a dreamscape where the impossible had suddenly become possible. I pinched my skin, hard enough to leave a mark, yet the sensation only confirmed the reality of this moment. Perhaps I didn’t want to wake up from this enchanting reverie; I would have happily lingered here, cocooned in this blissful illusion, even as the world around me collapsed, the sun flared into oblivion, and the universe succumbed to darkness.

I could lose myself in this euphoric bubble indefinitely.

But it was more than just a dream; it was a vivid reality, so intense that it ached with the weight of my emotions. Ella was here, alive, and she had been right under my nose all this time. There was no way I would let her slip away from me again.

Yet, lurking in the shadows of our newfound hope was a multitude of obstacles that threatened our happiness.

The curse she spoke of was daunting; a necromancer lurking in her bloodline? The mere concept of necromancy felt like something conjured from the pages of a fantastical tale, not something that could exist in the harsh light of reality. But deep down, I knew Ella had been truthful when she shared this revelation; I felt it in the marrow of my bones.

And then there was the terrifying consequence of her revealing her true identity.

Death. Illness. Suffering.

Initially, I had dismissed her claims. They sounded like mere superstition, the kind of stories old folks tell their grandchildren to instill fear and compliance. But witnessing Liam’s slow decline into nothingness over mere months had shattered that disbelief.

Now, as I reflected on it, everything fell into place. Those late nights when “Stella” would stealthily leave the house, convinced that everyone was asleep, only to return with the scent of antiseptic clinging to her clothes, dark circles under her eyes, and trembling hands from too much coffee—it all made sense.

The pain etched in her eyes—those hauntingly beautiful silver orbs—when I found her with Liam, the way she seemed to berate herself for being there.

The countless hours spent in the library, pouring over books until fatigue claimed her.

It all clicked into focus.

Ella—my Ella—had been enduring torment right beneath my very eyes, feeling utterly powerless, and she had held back the truth from me, fearing I might share Liam’s tragic fate.

In the end, a heavy weight settled on my shoulders; this felt like my doing. If only I hadn’t confined Ella, if only I had been there for her when the Stormhollow mansion was engulfed in flames—perhaps she wouldn’t have met her demise. Maybe she would have remained vibrant and joyous, and we would have welcomed our son into the world when he was ready.

None of this turmoil would have unfolded if I hadn’t been so quick to believe the evidence laid before me.

“Ella.” I reached out as she began to drift away, following Anya out of my office, murmuring about checking on Lucien. My fingers clasped around her wrist, and to my surprise, she didn’t pull away. The trust she had in me, despite my past cruelty, only deepened the ache in my heart. “We need to talk.”

She turned slowly, her gaze meeting mine. It was an odd sensation, staring into those silver depths and seeing my deceased wife reflected back at me. Yet, somehow, it felt… right.

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