“Why your heart failed in your past life.”
Avey froze.
Her blood turned cold.
Max’s words echoed in her mind, sending a strange chill down her spine.
Her heart failure…
She had never questioned it before.
She always assumed it had been natural. A tragic fate. Something that was simply meant to be.
But now… looking at Max’s serious expression and Diablo’s quiet, knowing smile
A sickening realization began to creep in.
Avey’s breath turned unsteady.
“What… what do you mean?”
Max’s smile didn’t fade, but his gaze sharpened.
“Think about it, Avey.”
His voice was softer now, almost coaxing.
“Why do you think it happened?”
I think you might have checked your health after regressing, just to make sure it wouldn’t happen again, right?”
Avey’s lips parted, but she had no answer.
What does love have to do with this?
After regressing, the first thing she did was run to Lucian. The second was getting a full medical check-up, making sure history wouldn’t repeat itself.
But the doctor had reassured her her heart was perfectly fine. Strong, healthy, no abnormalities.
Heart failure? Impossible, he had said. Her chances were too low to even consider.
She had been confused back then, but now…
That sickening feeling twisted deeper in her gut.
Hadn’t she died from heart failure in her past life?
That was the moment she regretted the most. If she hadn’t collapsed that day…
If she hadn’t needed a heart transplant…
Lucian wouldn’t have given his own for her.
That idiot.
She had wished, over and over, that it had never happened.
“Max, please.”
Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Tell me the truth.”
Max held her gaze, but before he could speak
“It’s really simple.”
Diablo’s voice cut through the silence, smooth and unwavering.
Avey turned to her.
Diablo leaned back, watching her carefully.
“It was never about you hating him,” she said. “Not really.”
Avey stiffened.
“Love isn’t something that can be measured, controlled, or locked away,” Diablo continued. “If you try to suppress it… if you force it down… there are consequences.”
Max remained silent.
“You’re asking about your heart failure,” Diablo said softly. “But you’re looking at it the wrong way.”
Avey frowned.
She was asking about her health, wasn’t she?
What did love have to do with
“Even if the body is perfectly healthy, the heart still has its limits.”
Diablo’s voice remained calm, but there was weight behind it.
“Think of it like a balloon. Keep filling it with air, never letting any out… what happens?”
Avey swallowed hard.
“…It bursts.”
Diablo nodded.
“Exactly.”
Avey’s thoughts scattered.
She didn’t understand.
Hadn’t she hated Lucian?
Hadn’t she treated him horribly?
Then why
“You loved him dearly, Avey. More than you even realized.”
Avey flinched.
No.
That wasn’t true.
She had hurt him. She had made him suffer.
If anything, he should have been the one to
“You loved him so much that even the world couldn’t suppress it.”
Avey’s breath caught in her throat.
Max sat there, watching her silently.
On the outside, his expression was unreadable.
But inside, his thoughts were spinning.
Even Lucian’s own mother, under the same curse, never reached the level Avey had.
Max exhaled slowly, looking at her with something unreadable in his eyes.
Lucian would be happy if he knew the truth.
The truth that he wasn’t wrong
This girl had loved him.
More than even his own mother had.
More than anyone else.
She had loved him so much that even when the heavens tried to suppress it
Her heart had stopped.
Max shook his head slightly, his expression softening.
This was the greatest proof.
Avey had never hated Lucian.
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Her love for him was the purest of all.
No one even came close.
They had been doomed by fate.
Max clenched his fists under the table.
He hated this.
He hated that he couldn’t do more.
If only he hadn’t
He shut his eyes briefly, pushing the thought away.
There was nothing he could do now.
All he could do was curse himself…
And curse the world for being so cruel.
Avey’s breath hitched.
“What are you talking about? What heavens? What burst? What forcefully? I don’t understand.”
Her voice was shaking now. The words felt foreign, distant, like they didn’t belong to her. Like they were slipping through the cracks of her mind before she could grasp them.
Diablo sighed, shaking her head.
“We can’t tell you, Avey.”
Her voice was calm, but there was a heaviness to it.
“There are laws… universal laws. We’re bound by them. Telling you too much would break the order of the world.”
Avey’s hands curled into fists.
“Then why bring it up at all?”
Diablo looked at her really looked at her.
“Because you need to believe in yourself.”
Avey’s lips parted, but she had no words.
“What happened to you… what you did… it was never truly you.”
A cold shiver ran down her spine.
“What do you mean?”
Something about those words unsettled her. They dug into her bones, making her feel… wrong.
Like something was shifting inside her.
Like something was breaking.
Her chest tightened, breath coming out in short, shaky exhales.
Something was there something lurking at the edge of her consciousness.
Something she had never been able to see.
“It was heaven’s will.”
Max’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.
Avey’s head snapped toward him.
“The heavens placed a fog over your heart to suppress your feelings for Lucian.”
Her pulse thundered in her ears.
“To force you away from him.”
Max’s voice was steady, his expression calm.
“And to push you toward someone else.”
The world tilted.
Something cracked inside her.
Diablo shot up from her seat, eyes wide with horror.
“MAX!”
Diablo yelled.
Her voice shook the entire room.
Avey flinched.
The air around them grew heavy, suffocating, like something unseen was pressing down on them.
Diablo’s eyes burned with something raw horror.
“You just broke the world’s law.”
Her voice was low, dangerous.
“Do you realize what you’ve done?”
Max didn’t flinch.
He just smiled.
“You risked everything.” Diablo’s voice trembled. “You’ll be punished for this. She wasn’t supposed to know.”
She wasn’t worthy enough
Avey barely heard them.
Her mind was spinning, unraveling, falling apart at the seams.
Something was stopping me from loving Lucian.
Something was forcing me to hate him.
Something was pushing me toward Victor.
Her entire body shook.
Her knees gave out, but she barely felt herself falling.
Tears blurred her vision.
But she was smiling.
A genuine, trembling, disbelieving smile.
“I… I loved him.”
Her voice cracked.
Her chest ached.
“I always loved him.”
Tears spilled freely now, but she didn’t wipe them away.
“More than anything.”
Her lips quivered, repeating the words over and over.
Like she was afraid they’d disappear if she stopped saying them.
Like she was afraid she’d wake up from this moment.
Like she had finally finally broken free.
She never hated him…
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Here it is Collin_McCall
The extra chapter i promised… thanks for massage chair
Sorry for being late i was just too busy
Thank you all for supporting me…you all so sweet… thanks have a good and beautiful life