Where Destiny Forgot Us 29

Where Destiny Forgot Us 29 Summary

Vivian Bennett is overwhelmed by grief and bitterness as she confronts Charles, suspecting him of hastily erasing the crime scene connected to her parents’ death. Despite her pain, Charles offers her a pink diamond necklace—a gift he had once promised for their wedding anniversary—and urges her to accept the loss and move on, insisting that they are now each other’s family. Vivian feels hollow inside, haunted by memories of Charles’s past protective anger over a rescued cat, contrasting sharply with his cold dismissal of her parents’ fate.

 

When Vivian finally breaks down and asks for a divorce, Charles is distracted by a call from Diana, whose sweet, insincere voice reveals her manipulative nature. Vivian overhears their conversation about expensive jewelry, realizing the pink diamond was just a cast-off from Diana, not a genuine token of love. This painful revelation exposes the cruel divide between how Vivian has been treated and how Diana is praised despite her guilt, deepening Vivian’s sense of betrayal.

 

Vivian calmly presents the unsigned divorce papers to Charles, demanding not only their separation but also the transfer of a valuable mansion into her name. Charles signs without hesitation, then clings to her with a tender embrace, professing his love. Yet Vivian’s tearful expression betrays her true feelings—she no longer dares to love him and only wishes to sever all ties and disappear.

 

In the aftermath, Charles desperately tries to hold on to Vivian, arranging medical checkups and keeping her close, as if his efforts could erase the past. Meanwhile, Vivian remains emotionally distant, caught between the pain of loss and the desire to break free from a love that has become a source of suffering.

The sharp, acrid scent of disinfectant invaded Vivian Bennett’s lungs, its bitterness searing deeply, almost like a fire consuming her from within.

She fixed her gaze on Charles, her voice trembling with a heavy sorrow. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Who else could have wiped the crime scene clean so swiftly?

Who else could still hold a venomous woman like Diana so delicately, as if she were nothing but a fragile trinket?

Charles met her eyes, his own dark and unreadable, a mask that gave nothing away. Then, without a word, he turned and produced a small gift box. Inside, nestled against soft velvet, sparkled a pink diamond necklace—the very same one he had once promised to give her for their wedding anniversary.

His hand, warm and steady, came to rest gently on her head. “The case is closed. Nothing can change what’s happened. Your parents… they’re gone. It is what it is, Vivian. You have to let it go.”

“From now on, it’s just us. We’re each other’s family. Stay with me. Let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Please, don’t fight this anymore.”

Vivian held the box tightly, but all she truly felt was the vast emptiness inside her chest, a hollow cavern sucking in cold, relentless air.

Suddenly, a memory surfaced—two years ago, when the stray cat she had rescued was cruelly killed by a shady animal clinic. Charles had erupted in anger, shutting down the clinic and forcing the vet, who had an arm in a cast, to apologize.

But now? It was her parents who were gone, and all he could say was, “Let it go.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing hard to push back the sob that clawed at her throat.

“Charles Foster, I want a divorce…” she whispered, voice breaking.

“Diana, why are you crying?”

Her hoarse words overlapped with Charles’s voice as he answered his phone. He didn’t even hear her; without hesitation, he turned and hurried out of the room.

He moved so quickly that his cufflink caught in her hair, yanking out a strand, root and all.

He didn’t glance back.

The sting on her scalp was nothing compared to the ache gnawing at her heart.

Numb and hollow, Vivian pulled the divorce settlement papers she had prepared from her drawer and followed him.

From just around the corner, she caught Diana’s syrupy voice, each word dripping with false sweetness.

“I just bought that eighty-million-dollar emerald necklace,” Diana said, “and right at the corner, I saw a beggar. He looked so pitiful, Charles. And here I was, being petty enough to throw away the pink diamond you gave me. Wasn’t that too spoiled of me?”

Charles chuckled softly, his tone indulgent. “Of course not. You’ve always had a kind heart. If that necklace didn’t catch your eye, that’s on the necklace. Trash belongs in the trash can.”

Vivian froze, a cold wave washing over her.

So this was the man she had loved for six years—the man whose “gift” meant to make amends was nothing more than Diana’s cast-off.

When Vivian sought justice for her parents, she was accused of “making a scene.” Yet Diana, with blood on her hands, was still praised as “kind.”

This was the cruel divide—the difference between being loved and being discarded.

Charles ended the call.

Vivian stepped back into the room, her movements calm and deliberate. She placed the unsigned divorce papers squarely in front of him.

“What’s this?” he asked.

A hollow smile flickered across her face, tears shimmering in her eyes. “I told you I wouldn’t make a fuss. But one necklace isn’t enough. I want you to transfer the mansion in Downtown Ridgewood, worth three hundred million, into my name.”

Charles’s relief was obvious. Without a second thought, he signed the papers and then pulled her into his arms, his embrace tender.

“Baby, I love you.”

A single tear traced down Vivian’s cheek.

Charles Foster, I no longer dare to love you.

All I want is to cut every tie, vanish, and leave you behind forever.

In the days that followed, Charles clung to her like a man desperate to atone.

Though she had fully recovered, he insisted on arranging comprehensive medical checkups and kept her confined to the hospital, as if holding on to her could somehow undo the past.