Chapter 468

Night fell quietly over Wynthorpe Manor. A deafening crash suddenly shattered the calm. A black Land Rover came barreling through the ornately carved gates, screeching into the courtyard until it stopped hard by the old banyan tree. The SUV was wrecked, but William Turner didn’t seem to care at all. With a loud bang, the door flew open and he stepped out, heading straight for the bench. The breeze carried the soft scent of gardenias, but even that couldn't cool the fire in his chest. Same bench, same tree — and still her. The woman he once promised to cherish. Sitting under the night sky, graceful in her long dress, like something out of a dream, clinging to life with every breath. Then everything snapped. Suddenly, intense pain hit. Chloe Grace slammed into the back of the bench with a thud, her chest crushed under the force, air sucked out of her lungs like a vacuum. Slowly, she peeled her eyes open. And there it was — that face twisted in rage. Like a man who’d lost his grip. Like h