The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 534

Half an hour later, Dahlia appeared at the airport.

She wore a hat and a surgical mask, carefully maneuvering her wheelchair and warily scanning her surroundings.

She didn’t know if news of Sandy’s death had already reached Charles.

Nor did she know whether he’d gotten the evidence from Wesley and handed it over to the police.

The police couldn’t reach her—both the hospital and her rented apartment had come up empty. Would they realize she was planning to flee the country? Would they send someone to arrest her?

The uncertainty gnawed at Dahlia, filling her with dread.

Waiting outside the airport, nerves strung tight, she’d never known time could crawl so painfully slow.

Every second felt like an eternity.

At last, it was time for border control and security.

Dahlia wheeled herself to the front, passing through the e-gate for customs.

At security, when asked to remove her mask and hat, she barely dared to breathe.

She was terrified that a warrant had already been issued, that she’d be stopped.

In just those few minutes, Dahlia broke into a cold sweat. Her shirt was soaked through, but her face betrayed nothing as she calmly answered each question.

The moment she was cleared, her tension evaporated like mist. For the first time, she felt like she could almost taste freedom.

Once she was out of the country, the law here couldn’t touch her.

She would still be free. Still innocent.

It was only as she reclaimed her passport that Dahlia truly relaxed. A giddy sense of triumph bubbled up inside her.

So what if they knew she’d set up that brat Charlie, even found proof she’d hired someone to kill her?

They still couldn’t do a thing to her.

If Evelyn wanted revenge for that little brat—well, she’d have to wait for her next life!

Drunk on relief, Dahlia pushed her wheelchair forward, only to find she couldn’t move.

How could she give up now?

But her way was blocked.

Charles’s voice was as cold as ice above her. “Dahlia, tell me—how does it feel to fall just short?”

“This is only the beginning.”

His words were a death sentence.

Terror engulfed her.

Looking up at him, Dahlia burst into desperate tears. “Charles, we were together for ten years. For the sake of those ten years, let me go just this once.”

“I swear, I know I did wrong. I’ve paid for it. I lost my legs, I lost your love, I lost my only child.”

“I have nothing left, Charles. Please, just let me go.”

“I’ll spend the rest of my life repenting, praying for Charlie, wishing I could make it up to her in the next life…”