I Was the Stepping Stone novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

“How dare you!”

Alaric recoiled as if struck.

He had believed himself irreplaceable in my heart.

That I would defy him for another-it had never occurred to him.

“I mean it,” I said. “Bury him, and you bury me beside him.”

Henry coughed weakly. “Don’t… cry… I’m here…”

Oh, my brave, foolish boy.

In that moment, I would never to call him a kid again.

Alaric stared at us-at the way my hands clutched Henry’s, at the tears I shed for another man.

Finally, he understood.

Some love just cannot be reclaimed.

With a bitter laugh, he tore off his crimson wedding robes, letting them pool on the floor like discarded dreams.

“Go, go with him” he said, turning away.

The antidote was sent to us swiftly by the servants. As strength returned to my limbs, I cradled Henry’s face.

“Are you alright!? Don’t you dare die on me!”

My heart ached with such intensity that even breathing became agony.

I trembled, unsure how to lift him without causing more pain.

His wounds were grievous-blood soaked through his clothes, leaving scarcely an inch of unmarred skin.

Yet as I wept uncontrollably, Henry’s lips curved into a faint smile.

“You…you do care…” he whispered, each word a labored victory.

“Don’t speak!” I choked out, my voice raw with desperation. “I’m taking you to the physician-you must stay awake! Do you

hear me!?”

But his eyelids grew heavy, the pull of unconsciousness dragging him down.

Yet with each frantic cry of his name, his fading will clawed its way back-fighting, clinging to the last shreds of awareness until the physician finally arrived.

Only after the man had gone did I realize-my fingers had been locked around Henry’s the entire time.

Not once had I let go.

Chapter 15

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We were planning on leaving the capital city.

We both wanted to go somewhere warm, so the Melvin in the south became a good choice for us., We would build a new teahouse overlooking the beautiful Lovine rivers.

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