Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1289:

“Kellan, let’s go home together,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves.

“Stay with me… I’ve been waiting for you.”

She kept speaking, her voice gentle, coaxing, desperate.

She tried to wake him up.

If he could just get through this critical period, he would fully recover. But if he stayed asleep, things could take a turn for the worse.

Somewhere in the depths of unconsciousness, Kellan heard a voice. It was distant, muffled—like a whisper through thick fog.

He tried to move, to follow the sound, but his body felt sluggish, as if he were wading through a dream.

Before he knew it, he was back in that alley.

The same dream. The same nightmare. It had haunted him more times than he could count.

In the dream, Kellan was a child again, cradling a blind little girl in his arms as he ran for their lives.

His body shrank. He was weaker. His small hands trembled, his skin marred with scars. He knew this boy was him.

“Don’t go out,” Kellan warned as they hid in an alley.

He hid her inside a black bag, his breath coming in short, panicked bursts. “Once they’re gone, we can use the suitcase as a raft.” The girl couldn’t see him.

Instead, she reached out, fingertips brushing over his face. “What’s your name? I’ll repay you someday,” the girl promised.

Kellan was stunned.

His fingers drifted to his scars before he gently took her hand and pulled it away. “My name is Colton.” He guessed that they would never meet again.

At the time, survival had never been part of Kellan’s plan.

After being abducted, he was deliberately given a new identity and forced to assume the name Colton.

Someone had orchestrated this change, and it was somehow tied to the long-standing enmity with the Stevens Group.

“Colton.”

The girl echoed the name as if it stirred something familiar within her. But the moment she spoke, a sharp pain stabbed through Kellan’s head, like a distant memory fighting its way to the surface.noveldrama

He wanted to see her face clearly.

For years, that face had haunted his dreams.

“Don’t go.”

Deep down, he knew that he would forget this dream soon. It always happened like this. Every time, just as he got close to remembering, the details would slip away like sand through his fingers. But not this time. This time, he refused to let it fade. Something was just within reach—something he had spent a lifetime searching for.

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