When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1935

Chapter 1935 Chelsea Sides With Magnus
Allen hadn't expected Chelsea to side with Magnus so readily.

In an instant, the image he had so carefully built before her crumbled to dust.

There was no reason to stay any longer. Composing himself, he offered a faint smile. “Not at all, Ms. Rainsworth. It was just a passing question,” he said lightly. “The party seems to be winding down, and I have other matters to attend to. I'll take my leave.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, his retreat brisk and quiet.

Outside, Miranda caught up with him.

“Allen, how did it go?” she asked, slightly breathless.

He exhaled sharply. “Not well. Someone sabotaged it.”

Miranda's eyes widened. “Who? Who dares interfere in your business?”

“Cecilia's brother,” Allen muttered, then paused. “Miranda, don't bother anymore. Chelsea knows I'm married. She probably thinks I'm trying to deceive her into a relationship. There's no saving this.”

After speaking, Allen slipped into the car and shut the door behind him.

Miranda remained rooted to the spot, seething. She stomped her foot in frustration. “That d*mn Magnus!”

Inside the car, Allen had barely settled in when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. It was a message from his wife: Allen, when will you be home tonight?

It was followed by a sticker of a wide-eyed kitten, cute and hopeful.

In that moment, his wife's gentle face rose unbidden in his mind.

His gaze darkened, pupils constricting as he clenched the necklace from the auction in his hand.

After a long moment, he finally typed out a reply: I'll be back soon.

After sending the message, Allen was overcome by an inexplicable wave of guilt and fear.

Because today, for the first time, he had glimpsed the darkness within himself.

There was no doubt in his mind: he loved his wife.

For all the years they'd been together, her love had never wavered. He knew she had always loved him. And somehow, that love had only deepened with time.

But he couldn't deny it anymore. His own heart wasn't as steadfast as it once was.

Working and struggling alone had become a quiet kind of torment. Sometimes, Allen couldn't help but envy those who had strong, capable partners—marriages where the spouse's family offered support.

And then there was something else. He longed for a child of his own.

When Allen returned home that night, Skylar was still awake. Without missing a beat, she rose to greet him, fetching him his coat with the ease of someone who had done it a hundred times before.

“You must be exhausted,” she said softly. “Coming back this late again...”

Allen said nothing. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the necklace, handing it to her. “For you,” he said.

Skylar blinked, caught off guard. Her eyes dropped to the delicate piece of jewelry, then back to his face.

“For me? But... why?” There was surprise in her expression, but underneath it, a quiet confusion.