Wanted 7

Chapter 7 

Chapter 7 

Zoe’s death hit me hard, like someone just pulled the plug on me and left me completely empty. 

The doctor kept telling my family to prepare for the worst. 

Then, out of nowhere, Brandon managed to bring in a whole team of foreign specialists. 

After thorough examination, they said if I went through with the surgery, I could maybe hold out for a few 

more months. 

I refused. 

Brandon came to persuade me but I still said no. 

Clutching Zoe’s doll, I looked at Brandon and said, “It’s pointless. I’m not going through with the treatment.” 

Brandon was frantic. “No! You have to get treated. You can’t just die.” 

I turned my back on him. “It’s not your call. We’re over. You don’t even have the right to sign my critical condition notice anymore.” 

Behind me, I could hear his gut-wrenching sobs. 

I clamped my hands over my ears, refusing to listen to any of it anymore. 

On the tenth day after Zoe passed away, I had a dream. 

Zoe came to me and said, “Mommy, I’m here to bring you to heaven.” 

My parents were also waiting for me in the distance. 

I reached out, took Zoe’s hand, and together we walked toward them. 

Behind me, I heard Brandon crying and calling my name, Keegan shouting “Mommy”. But I didn’t turn back. 

Zoe and my family were waiting for me on the other side. 

There was nothing left behind worth missing. 

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Epilogue (Brandon’s POV): 

I never actually believed Viola would leave me for real. 

She was supposed to always be there-someone I could count on whenever I looked back. 

So when she asked for a divorce, I just brushed it off, thinking she couldn’t possibly mean it. 

I figured she loved me too much to ever walk away. 

But I was wrong. Viola really did go through with it. 

All she took was the 3 million dollars and a house I gave her, then she left without looking back. 

Maybe it was better this way. At least I wouldn’t be stuck in a mess with someone I didn’t care about for the rest of my life. 

But it hit me pretty quickly that something didn’t feel right. 

The house felt too quiet, too empty. 

I couldn’t help myself-I called Viola, using the excuse that she still had things here. 

But she just said told me to throw them away. 

She sounded so casual, like it was no big deal at all. 

It was like she was shrugging off everything we’d been through together. 

She even said she would never bother me anymore. 

At that point, I was still upset with her. I refused to admit I couldn’t let her go and stopped contacting her for 

ages. 

then 

allergic reaction. 

him this time. 

Keegan had serious allergies. And I finally understood what Viola had gone through for 

ese years. 

o the hospital, and quietly let out a sigh of relief. 

Now, Innally had an excuse to get in touch with Viola. 

I asked her to come see Keegan, but Viola acted like she didn’t have a son. That hit me harder than I expected. 

Then she told me not to bother her again. It dawned on me that she meant it this time. 

I finally realized something was really wrong. 

Viola had left me for good this time. 

The realization sent a wave of panic through me. 

I rushed to the house in the south of the city, only to find out it was already up for sale. 

Viola truly wanted nothing to do with me anymore. 

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But what about Keegan? 

I couldn’t let it go, so I had Keegan call her. 

But she was just as heartless to him. 

Keegan sobbed uncontrollably after the call ended. 

At that moment, I realized Keegan was just like me-slow to catch on, but finally starting to get it: Viola was truly done with us. 

It wasn’t her who couldn’t let go in the end-it was us. 

Somewhere along the way, I’d fallen for her without even noticing. 

Once I finally figured out how I felt, I immediately had someone look into where Viola was. 

That was when I found out she was in a hospice. 

And the reason she was there sent a chill down my spine. 

It was too late. 

There was no turning back now. 

I took too long to figure it out, and couldn’t make it up to her anymore. 

She didn’t want to forgive me or Keegan. 

She wouldn’t even stick around for a few more months, not even for our sake. 

Looking back, we really did hurt her more than I ever realized. 

Standing in front of her grave, I gently caressed her face in the photo. 

“Viola, you still won’t forgive me, right?” I whispered. “It’s okay. I’ll come find you and apologize in person. Just wait for me.” 

***** 

At 22, Keegan graduated from college. 

He was way more mature than other kids his age, already independent. 

But all these years, we’d never really been close. 

I knew he blamed me for making him push away his mom and get close to another woman instead, back when he was just a kid and didn’t know any better. 

And honestly, I kind of resented him too. 

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If he’d been a little more sensible back then, maybe we wouldn’t have driven Viola away. Maybe Viola wouldn’t have died because of us. 

But none of that mattered now. 

There are so many things I wanted to say to Viola, and soon I’d be able to tell her myself when I saw her in 

heaven. 

The blood dripping from my wrist looked just like the wine in my glass-a beautiful deep red. 

Death wasn’t scary at all. After all, the ones I love were waiting for me in heaven. 

As I slipped into unconsciousness, I had a dream. 

In it, I saw my younger self, and Viola, looking completely lost. 

She’d just found out she was pregnant, sobbing her heart out while my family kept grilling her. 

I watched as I strode over and pulled her into a firm embrace. 

I whispered gently, “Viola, it’s okay. Since you’re pregnant, let’s have this baby. I’ll take care of him-and you, too. Be with me. I’ll never let you suffer.” 

It was a beautiful dream. 

If only it had been true.