Where Destiny Forgot Us 14

Where Destiny Forgot Us 14 Summary

Nora suddenly finds herself submerged in icy water, struggling to breathe as Chase watches coldly from the poolside, holding Camila protectively. Chase confronts Nora for splashing water on Camila’s face and warns her that every action has consequences. Overwhelmed by regret and humiliation, Nora reflects bitterly on her misguided love for Chase, feeling the crushing weight of rejection.

 

After being pulled from the pool, Nora overhears intimate sounds from Chase’s bedroom, confirming his betrayal with Camila. Devastated, she reaches out to Lena to expedite their divorce hearing, desperate to escape the pain. As she collapses in despair, a sudden scream from upstairs interrupts her, and Chase angrily accuses her of planting a needle in Camila’s nightgown, which Nora coldly denies, accusing them both of deceit and manipulation.

 

Camila breaks down, claiming Nora planned the setup, further fueling Chase’s anger. He orders Nora’s arrest, and she is violently thrown into a sack filled with rats, snakes, and cockroaches. As the terrified creatures attack her, Nora’s screams turn raw and inhuman. Chase watches with cruel satisfaction, declaring this punishment as justice for her alleged betrayal and warning her of harsher consequences if she harms Camila again, before leaving with Camila without looking back.

Chapter 5

A sudden rush of icy water invaded Nora’s nose, cutting off her breath. She gasped, flailed wildly, and nearly sank beneath the surface.

At the pool’s edge, Chase stood casually, one arm wrapped protectively around Camila. He watched with an air of detached amusement.

“You splashed water on Camila’s face—now you can drink all you want,” he said coldly.

“Nora, I warned you: every action has its price,” he added, his voice sharp and unforgiving.

A high-pitched ringing filled Nora’s ears, drowning out their words until they became nothing more than a distorted hum. All she could feel was a crushing wave of regret—deep, suffocating regret that clawed at her heart.

Why had she held on so desperately to someone who never truly cared for her?

This was the bitter consequence she had earned: disgrace, humiliation, and the unbearable sting of rejection.

From the very start, loving Chase had been a mistake—one she now wished she could undo.

She lost track of time as she drifted in the water, until rough hands finally hauled her out. The sky had darkened to a deep, inky blue by then.

Still coughing and sputtering, Nora staggered toward the second floor, only to be met with muffled laughter and low moans spilling from the master bedroom.

“Chase, this is your new home with your wife… are you sure it’s alright for you to be in her bed with me?” a sultry voice teased.

“Don’t worry about her. Like I said, every bed I own should carry your scent,” Chase replied smoothly.

“Oh, you’re terrible~” came the playful response.

The sounds grew more intimate, more obscene, each whispered word slicing through Nora like shards of glass. The last flicker of warmth in her chest turned to cold ashes.

She slid down against the wall, numb and defeated, and reached for her phone with trembling hands.

“Lena,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Can the clerk’s office at the county courthouse move up our divorce hearing? I… I can’t bear this anymore.”

Her voice cracked with silent tears, her sobs trapped inside.

—

“There’s nothing available tomorrow, but I can get you in three days,” Lena responded quickly, immediately sensing the urgency. “We’ll make it happen.”

“Okay. Three days, then,” Nora said, her tone hollow.

She hung up and collapsed onto the cold floor, her body utterly spent.

Never before had she felt so exhausted.

She had been so wrong—so terribly wrong.

Believing love could bring love back…

That was the cruelest deception of all.

Leaning into the corner, dazed and disoriented, Nora tried to steady herself until a sudden, piercing scream shattered the silence from upstairs. The bedroom door slammed open moments later.

“Nora!” Chase stormed out, his eyes blazing with fury. “Why the hell was there a needle in Camila’s nightgown? Did you put it there?!”

Camila hovered behind him, visibly shaken. Faint bruises dotted her neck, and the silky nightgown she wore was unmistakably Nora’s.

Nora’s expression darkened.

“Who gave you permission to wear my clothes?” she demanded coldly.

“Oh, so you admit it’s yours,” Chase snapped. “Then you set Camila up on purpose! You really are twisted!”

His glare was venomous, as if she were a dangerous predator.

A surge of anger flared inside Nora before collapsing into bitter, hollow laughter.

“Set her up? What, did I force her to wear it? You two sneak around, role-play, do whatever sick things you want—and now I’m the villain because she put on my clothes?”

Her laughter was sharp, empty.

“You’re all disgusting.”

—

Chase’s face flickered with doubt. Deep down, her words stung because they weren’t entirely untrue.

Then Camila broke down in tears.

“There weren’t many clothes here. I had no choice! She knew I might wear it. She planned this—she knew I’d wear it!”

Chase’s face darkened further.

“I really misjudged you, Nora.”

He turned to the guards.

“Take her.”

Nora was dragged away and shoved into a coarse burlap sack, tossed aside like refuse.

Inside, the sack contained five rats, three snakes, and more than a dozen cockroaches.

Chase gave the order. One guard slammed the sack harshly onto the floor.

The terrified creatures inside scattered wildly, biting and clawing at her skin in their panic.

“Ah… ahhh…!” Nora’s screams twisted into something inhuman, raw and guttural.

Chase watched with cold satisfaction.

Leaning down, he kissed Camila’s cheek softly.

“There you go. She used a needle—you get rats and snakes. That’s justice.”

His gaze returned to the struggling sack, icy and merciless.

“Let this be a lesson. Next time you touch Camila, you won’t get off this easy.”

With that, he slung his arm around Camila’s shoulders and walked away without a backward glance.