The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25 

Chapter 25 

Valencia’s POV 

Eshouldn’t have rested so easily. How could I have been so careless? 

The sterile walls of the hospital seemed to press in on me as I sit on the cold bench, my knees pulled close to my chest. The faint antiseptic smell that clung to the air made my stomach churn, but nothing could drown out the overwhelming grief that blanketed the waiting room. Families sobbed quietly around me, their muffled cries blending into a symphony of despair. 

I looked up just as Marcelene walked toward me. Her usual confident stride was gone, replaced by heavy, dragging steps that mirrored the exhaustion and pain etched on her face. Her red hair, tied back in a loose braid, seemed duller than ever before. 

Her eyes. 

Red–rimmed, bloodshot, and swollen. 

She didn’t need to say it; I already knew. 

I stood, my chest tightening as l’approached her. The words felt like acid on my tongue, “I’m so sorry, Marcelene.” 

She didn’t say anything. Not at first. Instead, she stared at me, her expression cold and distant. Then, as if breaking through some unseen barrier, she collapsed into my arms. 

Her shoulders shook as tears wet the crook of my neck. I held her tightly, my own tears threatening to spill over as guilt consumed me whole. 

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. 

“It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” I whispered, my voice cracking as buried my face against her shoulder. 

She stiffened in my arms, her sobs halting for just a moment. She pulled back slowly, her eyes narrowing into a glare. “What do you mean? How is this your fault?” 

I faltered, looking around at the grieving families surrounding us. The hospital waiting room was filled with the muted sounds of sorrow. Parents clutching photographs, siblings leaning against each other for support, mates comforting one 

another in silence. 

The fire last night had stolen so much. 

When I heard about it in the morning. I had left everything and rushed to the military hospital where all the dead bodies were brought back. 

So many lives were lost in the flames. Wolves who had been asleep in the barracks, those who should have been the safest, were the first to be consumed. 

Mario. Marcy’s brother had died. Just like before. 

I should have remembered. I did remember I’d foolishly believed that because there were peace talks and no it would be different. But it hadn’t been. 

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Chapter 25 

Just like how I’d inevitably lost my virginity on the same night, st like how the injury on my hand had mirrored my past. The events unfolded differently, but the outcomes remained the same. Instead of there being a bombing in the field, there had been an accidental humongous fire. 

I tugged Marcelene to a quieter corner of the waiting room. Her expression shifted from grief to confusion as I urged her to sit on a bench. 

“Marcelene,” I began, my voice trembling. “I need to tell you something–please, just listen.” 

She frowned deeply, her gaze hardening as though bracing for more had news. “What is it, Valencia? 

I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I forced the words out. “I… I living this life for the second time” 

The silence that followed was deafening. 

Her eyes flashed with fury as she abruptly stood. “Are you seriously making jokes right now? After everything that’s happened?!TM 

“No! No, I swear I’m not joking!” I pleaded, grabbing her wrist. “Please, just listen to me. I have proof. If I’m wrong, if you think I’m lying. I let you hit me or do whatever you want. Just please.” 

She yanked her wrist free but didn’t walk away. Her gaze bore into me, sharp and unyielding. “Fine. Start talking.” 

I took a deep breath and told her everything. Every detail of my past life that I could remember. How I had woken up years in the past, how I had remembered the events that were yet to come, how I had tried–tried–to change things but kept failing. 

Her expression wavered as I spoke, her lips parting slightly, her brows knitting together. 

“This…” she started, her voice low. “This would explain a lot. How you knew so much about me. But…” She looked away. shaking her head. “It’s still too far–fetched to believe.” 

“I know,” I said, my voice breaking “I know how crazy it sounds but it’s true. And if I had been more vigilant, if I hadn’t let my guard down… Mario might still be alive.” 

The silence that followed was unbearable. 

Finally, Marcelene placed a hand on my shoulder, surprising me with a gentle squeeze. “If… if what you’re saying is true, you shouldn’t blame yourself for something that wasn’t your fault.” 

I stared at her, the lump in my throat swelling painfully. “You’re not angry?” 

She bit her lip, hesitating, “I’m sorry, Valencia. I’m only human. I don’t have the capacity to be so magnanimous. I can’t help but be pissed, thinking of all the “what ifs. What if you’d told me all this sooner? What if I could’ve done something to save him?” 

Her words stung, but I nodded, looking away as tears burned my eyes. She was right. She had every right to feel that way. 

“But,” she continued, her voice softening. “being mad at you wont bring my brother back. And it won’t bring me peace. For now….I just need space.”