Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 1760

Zavier spoke with a hint of resignation, “I know.”

Cornelia hesitated before asking, “Then you…”

“I won’t interfere in her life anymore,” Zavier declared firmly, “and you shouldn’t let her know I found her.”

Cornelia wasn’t sure what to make of Zavier’s unpredictable nature. Turning to Jeremy, she sought reassurance, “Can I really trust him?”

Jeremy ruffled her hair affectionately, “If he says he won’t bother Skyler, he won’t.”

Jeremy had faith in Zavier’s word.

Zavier added, “But I have one condition.”e2

Cornelia’s anxiety spiked, “What?”

Zavier chuckled at her nervous reaction, “Got you scared there, didn’t I?”

Cornelia clenched her teeth in irritation.

“Just kidding, no need to get so worked up,” Zavier said, gazing towards the quaint cabin ahead, murmuring to himself, “She’s alive. That’s wonderful! I get to see her full of life. It’s wonderful.”

Cornelia’s heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled back in its place.

Jeremy wrapped his arm around her, “It’s getting late. Do you want to stay with Skyler tonight, or come to the hotel with me?”

Cornelia decided, “Tonight, I want to be with Skyler.”

“Then get some rest,” Jeremy said, “I’ll come for you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Cornelia had obligations back in Riverton, so after staying just two days with Skyler, she had to leave.

Hannah was filming in this area, probably staying for another month or two. Whenever she had free time, she would accompany Skyler.

Skyler had a steady job and owned a little farmstead. A stable income and homegrown food made for a comfortable life.

Lately, though, she felt a persistent gaze upon her, unsettling her peace. Somewhere deep down, she knew it must be Zavier who had found her.

One evening, turning down an invitation from Hannah, Skyler prepared a few simple appetizers, ideal for pairing with a drink.

With the dishes laid out, she addressed the empty room, “Since you’ve found me, no more hiding. Come out.”

Silence followed her words.

After waiting for a while, Skyler poured herself a drink and downed it in one gulp, “Stop hiding. Show yourself!”

This time, the man she knew so well yet feared appeared at the doorway. With a mix of trepidation and nervousness, he asked, “May I come in?”

Skyler hardly recognized him with his now gray hair. She never imagined that upon their next meeting, Zavier would look so aged. A bitter taste rose in her throat as she motioned him inside, “Come in.”

Zavier entered, his gaze cautious and his hands trembling slightly, “Skyler, I…”

Skyler seated herself first, poured two glasses of wine-one for herself and one for the empty seat across-and gestured, “Sit.” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Zavier eased into the chair across from her, watching nervously as she finished her glass. Placing her glass down with a clunk, Skyler began, “You were here since Hannah and Cornelia found me, weren’t you?”

Zavier nodded.

Skyler laughed softly, her voice tinged with resignation, “I’ve schemed and struggled to finally have the life I wanted. Yet, in the end, it’s like a mirage, nothing but an illusion.”

She had thought that upon seeing Zavier again, she would break down, but to her surprise, she found herself able to converse with him with unexpected calmness.

It was as if the man before her was a complete stranger.

As if she had never loved him.

As if he had never hurt her.

As if nothing had ever happened between them.

In that moment, Skyler finally understood. True liberation wasn’t about living freely; it was about freeing one’s soul.