The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 540

At the moment the knife came at her, Dahlia didn’t close her eyes. She looked straight at Charles.

There was a flash of triumphant satisfaction in her gaze.

Charles really had raised his hand against her.

She had destroyed the man she loved most, right before her death.

But deep in her eyes, there was also an agonizing pain—bone-deep, soul-tearing.

The man she loved with all her heart truly hated her.

Hated her enough to wish her dead.

Amidst the tangled emotions, the pain she expected never arrived.

The knife was aimed at her heart, but just as it touched her chest, it stopped.

Dahlia’s eyes lit up with a desperate hope, and she blurted out, almost against her will, “Charles, you can’t do it, can you?”

“There’s still a place for me in your heart, isn’t there?”

A cold, bitter laugh escaped Charles.

He looked at Dahlia, his expression icy enough to freeze her soul. He changed the direction of the dagger, pressing it against one of her many wounds. “I just don’t want to dirty my own hands.”

She wanted to drag him to hell with her—did she really think she deserved that?

He did wish he could tear Dahlia apart, piece by piece.

But for Dahlia, to stain his own soul wasn’t worth it.

Death would be too easy for her.

“Dahlia, your tricks won’t work on me. Wesley has already handed me the evidence of your plot. I’ll personally see to it you go to prison.”

Hearing she would live, Dahlia visibly relaxed.

No one is truly unafraid of death.

Especially not someone as meticulous and self-serving as her.

Even her love had conditions.

If Charles hadn’t been wealthy and powerful, she never would have fallen for him just because of his handsome face.

Charles watched her expression with an inner sneer.

She thought prison was her escape route.

Little did she know, it would be the start of her real suffering.

He would make sure she suffered inside—worse than death—until the memory of Charlie and his grandmother could finally rest.

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Wesley took Sandy’s body to the crematorium, alone.

After the cremation, Wesley held Sandy’s ashes and let Charles’s men drive him back to his hometown.

There, behind his old house, he buried Sandy’s ashes with his own hands.

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Charles didn’t go to see Sandy one last time. He didn’t attend her funeral, either.

After Dahlia was taken away, Charles called Blake.

He asked him to follow up on the case.

Then, he went to see Rosa.

He knelt before her.

“Grandma, you were right. I was a fool—I couldn’t tell right from wrong. I let you down. I let Charlie down. I’ve let Eve down, too.”

“I know Eve resents me—she can’t forgive me easily. But I won’t give up. I’ll do everything I can to earn her forgiveness.”

Someday, he would prove himself to Eve, and she’d give him another chance.

Then, together, he’d return with Eve to visit Grandma’s grave. Grandma would be proud of him at last.

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