Chapter 640 Nathan’s Regret

Chapter 640 Nathan's Regret

Day Seventy-One...

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"Helena is, in fact, Monica." Those words, uttered so matter-of-factly by Jane, reverberated in Nathan's ears like a relentless echo. His initial response was an overwhelming shock that seemed to jolt every fiber of his being.

Nathan froze in his spot but the ground beneath him felt unstable as if the very foundation of his understanding had been overturned. Nathan found himself in a whirlwind of emotions, his mind and heart engaged in a fierce battle of disbelief and acceptance as Jane's revelation hung heavily in the air.

The questions swirled relentlessly in his mind: How could this be possible? How could the woman he had believed to be dead, the very person he had mourned for an agonizing span of years, have somehow managed to stay alive and conceal her true identity and exist under an entirely different persona? What circumstances had led her down this path and abandon him and their son, Ethan?

For years, he had carried the heavy burden of grief, convinced that Monica, the woman he had cherished and lost, was gone forever.

Nathan's emotions– a mixture of shock, disbelief, and a profound sense of betrayal, threatened to engulf him entirely. It was a bittersweet revelation as if an old scar was being reopened from the recesses of his mind.

No wonder that certain gestures and actions exhibited by Helena bore a striking resemblance to those of Monica. The reason for this uncanny familiarity was now abundantly clear—Helena was, without a doubt, none other than Monica herself.

As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Nathan found himself reflecting on those subtle moments when Helena's mannerisms had triggered a sense of déjà vu. It was as though he had glimpsed Monica's spirit by just watching Helena.

In the midst of Nathan's inner turmoil, Jane could only watch him silently as he clutched the document in his trembling hand, his fingers clenched involuntarily, crumpling the once neat paper into a tangled mess. New n0vel chapters are published on

Jane bore witness to the chaos raging in Nathan's soul right now. It was a rage born not only from the shock of Monica's deception but from the hurt that welled up within him, threatening to consume him whole. Jane couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Monica's betrayal cut deeper than any knife, striking at the very core of his being. It was a betrayal not just of trust but of the bond they had built over the years, a bond he thought was unbreakable. Her actions had torn through the fabric of his reality, leaving behind a rift that seemed impossible to mend.

"I took the lives of your comrades," Nathan finally broke the silence, his voice heavy with regret and remorse.

Nathan blinked several times in amusement as he stared at her charming face. Her mischievous smile was both a tease and a test, a glimpse of the exciting yet uncertain road ahead. Her statement was not a mere declaration. It was a challenge, an opportunity for him to step up and prove himself. She expected action, proof of his resolve to match his words.

At that moment, the once-oppressive heaviness that had pervaded the air was effortlessly replaced by an atmosphere brimming with lightness and ease.

"Alright, please stand up," Jane gently urged, her hands wrapping around his shoulder as she tugged his body upward.

A playful smile danced across her lips as she continued, "We wouldn't want people to misinterpret your gesture. They might mistake it for a wedding proposal!" She chuckled lightly, sharing a moment of light-hearted humor with him.

Nathan, still caught in the gravity of his emotions, rose to his feet, a sheepish grin playing on his lips as he joined in the laughter.

Jane breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his laughter, fully aware of how difficult it had been for Nathan to absorb that shocking revelation.

"I have more questions about this. Do you know how and why Monica started to live as Helena Carlsen?" Nathan inquired, his brow furrowing with confusion and curiosity. "Who died in my arms?"

Jane's once cheerful expression vanished, replaced by a complex swirl of emotions that flickered in her eyes. "I don't have the answers to those questions," she admitted with a sigh, her voice tinged with a sense of uncertainty. "This is a puzzle we'll need to unravel together. But before we dive into this mystery, there's something crucial you should be aware of."

"What is it?" Nathan's interest was piqued, and his full attention was now fixed on Jane.

Jane's gaze swept across their surroundings, her eyes scanning for any prying ears or watchful eyes. After a moment of assessment, she turned to Nathan and spoke in a hushed tone, her words covered with caution.

"We can't talk here," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "Let's find a more secure location to discuss this." Her words were a subtle signal that they needed to move to a place where their conversation could remain discreet and free from unwanted listeners.

"We can go to my office," Nathan suggested.

"What office? SYP Twilight Corp or Syphiruz Mafia?" Jane asked back, lifting her eyebrow.

Nathan let out a soft chuckle before answering, "I'll leave it to you."

Jane: "..."