Where Destiny Forgot Us 11

Where Destiny Forgot Us 11 Summary

Nora experiences a sudden surge of emotion as she closes her phone, overwhelmed by the tense atmosphere surrounding Jamie’s critical condition. Chase approaches, burdened and conflicted, acknowledging Camila’s wrongdoing but emphasizing the medical efforts underway to save Jamie. Despite his attempts to explain, Nora responds with a cold, piercing stare that unsettles Chase, who then leaves to be with Camila. Nora, however, feels indifferent toward him now.

 

In the following days, Nora dedicates herself to Jamie’s care while also taking steps to sever ties with her past. She returns to the Whitmore estate alone, destroying photographs and mementos that once symbolized her relationship with Chase. Meanwhile, Chase’s attention remains divided, as he stays close to Camila and visits Jamie only briefly. Nora’s pain deepens when she watches footage of Chase and Camila embracing passionately beside Jamie’s hospital bed, a sight that shatters her heart further.

 

When Jamie is discharged, Chase brings Camila back to the estate, defying a prior agreement with Nora that forbade another woman’s presence in their home. He insists Camila needs his care and promises Nora’s place in the house remains secure. Nora stands firm, refusing to live under the same roof as Camila, which triggers Chase’s anger and a harsh confrontation. He dismisses her feelings and leaves, slamming the door and leaving Nora to face the emotional storm alone.

 

That night, as a fierce storm rages, Nora watches from outside the estate, witnessing Chase and Camila intimately together through the window. The contrast between their passionate connection and Chase’s cold, mechanical interactions with Nora in the past is painfully clear to her. She reflects on how she once tried to understand his coldness but now realizes that he never truly warmed to her. The chapter ends with Nora’s painful acceptance that Chase’s warmth was never meant for her.

Nora’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, an involuntary reaction that made her snap her phone shut with a sharp click. The room seemed to shrink around her as she tried to steady her breathing.

Chase approached her slowly, his gaze immediately drawn to the expression on Jamie’s face. He let out a heavy sigh, weighed down by the situation. “I know what Camila did was wrong,” he began, his voice low and strained. “But I’ve already instructed the doctors to do everything possible. The blood bank gave Jamie top priority too. It’s just… she’s so young, her body is fragile. It might not be able to handle all this…” His words trailed off, filled with helplessness.

Nora didn’t say a word. Instead, she fixed him with a cold, contemptuous stare that cut deeper than any spoken insult. The chill in her eyes was unmistakable.

Chase frowned, clearly unsettled by the intensity of her gaze. He wasn’t used to being looked at like that—like an enemy. After a moment of awkward silence, he muttered an excuse and turned away, leaving the room. Nora knew exactly where he was heading—to tend to Camila.

Before, she might have cared. But now? She was utterly indifferent.

In the days that followed, Nora remained at the hospital, devoted to Jamie’s care. Yet, she also made a quiet, solitary trip back to the Whitmore estate, determined to clear out every trace of herself from the place.

On the first day of Jamie’s hospital stay, Chase didn’t leave Camila’s side for a single moment. Meanwhile, Nora returned home and set fire to every photograph, every keepsake from their years together, watching the flames consume their shared past.

The second day, Chase visited Jamie briefly—just for an hour—before dashing out the moment Camila called him. Nora, meanwhile, shredded the unfinished sweater she had once painstakingly knitted for him, discarding the torn pieces into the trash without a second thought.

By the third day, Chase arrived again, this time accompanied by Camila. Watching the security footage, Nora saw them locked in a passionate embrace, their lips pressed together, bodies clinging to one another beside Jamie’s hospital bed. The sight was a brutal blow to her already fractured heart.

That night, she returned to the estate and took photographs of every confidential file Chase had secretly kept hidden away. She needed to arm herself with knowledge, to prepare for whatever came next.

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Five days later, Jamie was finally discharged from the hospital. Chase brought Camila back to the Whitmore estate as if nothing had changed between them.

“Nora,” he said, his voice steady but insistent, “Camila’s injured. She’s weak right now and can’t take care of herself. She needs me.”

Nora looked at him, her heart breaking all over again. “Chase… have you forgotten our agreement?” she asked quietly. No matter what chaos unfolded outside, he was never to bring another woman into their home. That had always been her unbreakable boundary.

Until now, Chase had respected that line.

But this time, he shook his head, irritation threading through his tone. “Nora, come on. Camila really needs help. Can’t you just be reasonable? It’s not like she’s bothering you.”

He paused, then added with a hint of forced reassurance, “I promise, no matter what happens between me and Camila, your place in this house won’t change.”

“And what if I say no?” Nora asked calmly, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “I refuse to live under the same roof as your mistress.”

Chase’s patience snapped. “Then don’t. No one’s forcing you. You know damn well this was never about love. So don’t act like I owe you anything.”

With that, he shoved past her and slammed the front door shut with a deafening bang. Before it closed completely, Nora caught a glimpse of Camila’s eyes—smug, triumphant, and cruelly taunting.

That night, a fierce storm battered the estate. Wind howled through the trees, rain lashed against the windows and walls. Nora stood alone outside, drenched and without shelter, staring up at the second floor. The master bedroom light was still on, the curtains thrown wide open.

From her vantage point on the ground, she had an unyielding, merciless view of what was unfolding inside.

On the bed, Chase and Camila lay entwined, their naked bodies pressed close, limbs tangled in a heated rhythm. Their skin glowed with a flush of passion.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Nora watched their silhouettes move in perfect sync, Chase’s hands gentle, his eyes soft and full of warmth. Her heart twisted painfully, as if it might shatter completely.

She remembered how he used to touch her—only once a month, always cold and mechanical, like a duty he resented rather than a desire he felt.

She recalled the nights pinned beneath him, his hand gripping her throat, his voice hoarse and bitter as he whispered, “Chase Whitmore… if you really hate this, you don’t have to keep pretending…”

She never understood back then. If he despised her so much, why did he keep coming back to her bed?

But he never gave her an answer.

He just kept going. Over and over again.

Eventually, she stopped asking questions, convincing herself that silence hurt less than the weight of his lies. Maybe that was just the kind of man he was.

Until she saw how he treated Camila.

And then, finally, she understood.

There is no such thing as a man who is too cold.

He just never warms up—to you.