Left for Dead Came Back for Everything novel Chapter 188

Second floor.

Zander slowly staggered away from Window 3.

His knuckles were bone-white as he crushed the official divorce decree in his grip.

The corridor was completely deserted.

The row of blue plastic chairs sat totally empty, the third seat bearing absolutely no trace that she had ever been there.

He stopped in front of that chair, standing there for a long time.

And then he collapsed into it.

Sitting exactly where she had just been.

The fluorescent lights beat down mercilessly, pinning his pitifully short shadow beneath his boots.

He stared down at the paper in his hand.

Flipped it open.

Two names, placed side by side, permanently locked onto the same page.

Zander Roth.

Eliza Shaw.

Date of dissolution.

Today.

He pressed his thumb against her printed name, agonizingly tracing the letters from left to right.

Stroke by stroke, utterly terrified to let go.

—She had walked away so fast.

She didn't even glance over her shoulder.

She didn't even say goodbye.

Did she really, truly not care anymore?

No. Impossible.

She was definitely heartbroken.

She just couldn't bear to let him see it.

She had always been like this—swallowing every ounce of suffering on her own, licking her own wounds in secret, absolutely refusing to beg for help.

She never begged him.

Because she knew begging him was pointless.

The moment that horrific realization struck, tears flooded Zander's eyes.

A tidal wave of absolute devastation clawed its way up his throat.

He violently tipped his head back, desperately choking down the agonizing burn in his chest.

The fluorescent tubes buzzed endlessly against the ceiling, blindingly white.

He stared directly into the blinding light for what felt like hours.

It wasn't until his eyes burned so badly he could barely keep them open that he slowly pushed himself to his feet and shoved the divorce decree into his breast pocket.

He headed for the stairs.

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