The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 536

As Wesley closed in, fear flared in Dahlia’s eyes.

Her hands were bound.

She struggled desperately, trying to break free, but it was useless.

Panic clawed at her chest, making her words tumble out in a frantic, garbled rush. First, she tried to threaten him, her tone sharp and fierce.

“Wesley, don’t come any closer!”

“What are you trying to do to me?”

But then she realized her harshness might backfire. She quickly softened her voice, trying to appeal to his emotions, to cloud his mind with sweet memories.

After all, Wesley had loved her so deeply.

He used to believe every word she said.

Surely, she could reach him again.

“Wesley, please, don’t do anything you’ll regret. Put the knife down, okay? Let’s talk this out, just the two of us.”

“Didn’t you once say that I was the love of your life? That all you ever wanted was to be with me forever? I promise you, if you let me go now, we can start over. We can have that future you dreamed of.”

“Wesley, I swear I’m not lying this time. I know I was wrong. I know now—the only one who ever truly loved me, the only one who ever really cared, was you.”

“My heart’s finally clear. I realize now you’re the one for me. It was Charles’ money and empty promises that blinded me, made me do things I regret. Please, believe me, I’m so, so sorry. I truly am.”

“I swear to God, I’ll wait for you, no matter what—”

But before Dahlia could finish weaving her promises, Wesley made his move.

He pressed the knife closer to her chest.

Dahlia’s breath caught in her throat.

Gone was any thought of emotional manipulation; the chill of death was a shadow looming over her.

She was terrified—Wesley looked one step away from plunging the blade straight into her heart.

If he snapped, she knew she would die right here.

Desperate, shaking, Dahlia screamed, “Wesley, murder is a crime—”

Wesley hadn’t stabbed her. Instead, he’d sliced open her blouse and bra with a single stroke.

But that didn’t bring her any relief—her entire body went rigid.

The blade didn’t move away. Instead, it settled right over her heart.

The cold steel pressed against her skin, dangerously close to where her heart hammered against her ribs.

It felt like living beneath a guillotine, uncertain if the blade would fall.

The fear was unbearable.

Dahlia looked up at Wesley, her eyes pleading. “Wesley, please, for the sake of everything we’ve been through—for the fact that I was with you since I was sixteen, that I gave you everything when I was eighteen—just let me go this once. I’m begging you, please…”

Wesley’s smile was cold and twisted. “Let you go? Dahlia, did you ever let Sandy go?”

“When you made her stand outside in the snow as punishment, when you hit her again and again just to take out your anger, when you deliberately made her sick to try and win Charles back… How many times did Sandy beg you for mercy? Did you ever stop and think to let her go?”

“Dahlia, Sandy is your own daughter. Your flesh and blood. How could you ever do that to her?”