My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back
Chapter 153: A Graveyard’s Of Memories

Chapter 153: A Graveyard’s Of Memories

The words cut deep, and for a split second, Eryx’s hand faltered. His grip on her loosened, not because he meant to let go, but because her pain stunned him silent.

In that breath of hesitation, she moved.

The car door swung open.

"Lunara—!" he called out, reaching for her hand.

But she was already gone. Her figure burst into the street, her hair whipping behind her like smoke. He scrambled after her, his foot barely hitting the pavement when a yellow taxi screeched to a stop beside her.

She didn’t look back.

She slid inside, slammed the door, and the car peeled off into the road, fast, like it had been waiting for her to run.

Eryx stood in the road, breathless and stunned, the echo of the slamming door still ringing in his ears.

"What should I do?" he mumbled weakly. For the first time, he felt like his soul had left his body.

"Sir..." The driver rushed toward Eryx, who was barely standing.

From a distance, a figure leaned against a parked car, half-shrouded in shadows. Adam watched the scene unfold, his arms crossed loosely, an unreadable expression on his face. Then, he smirked.

"So this is what you’ve become," he muttered under his breath. "Falling apart over a woman."

But as he turned to leave, his smirk faded. Thoughts churned behind his eyes, memories, unfinished grudges, and maybe a sliver of something deeper. He slid into his car and drove off, a storm of his own brewing beneath the surface.

From the backseat of the taxi, Lunara turned her head, just for a moment.

Through the rear window, she saw Eryx, standing there in the middle of the road, still and stunned. The sun was high, casting a harsh glow on the pavement, but he looked like a shadow of himself. His figure grew smaller as the car sped away, but the image of him, motionless and broken, seared itself into her memory.

Her hands clenched on her lap.

"Miss?" the taxi driver asked, glancing at her through the mirror. "You alright?"

She didn’t answer. She only pressed her forehead to the warm glass, eyes wide open now, refusing to cry.

’How could he?’

’How could he have thought I wouldn’t find out? That I wouldn’t care?’

A bitter laugh slipped from her lips, shaky and quiet. She wasn’t angry because he forced her years ago. She was angry because even after all this time, after everything they’d shared recently, he still hadn’t trusted her with the truth.

And that made everything they had now feel fragile. Cracked. Maybe even doomed.

She blinked fast, brushing the back of her hand across her cheek before turning to the taxi driver.

"Can you take me to this address?" she murmured, pulling out her phone and showing him the address of her mother’s flower shop.

The taxi slowed as it turned onto the familiar road. Lunara leaned closer to the window, preparing herself for the sight of charred ruins and emptiness.

But instead, her breath hitched.

The shop wasn’t gone.

Scaffolding surrounded the front, and the new wooden frame of the door stood in place, sturdy. Inside, she could see a few workers moving about, carrying tiles, sorting supplies, even laying down a fresh coat of paint.

The air smelled like construction dust and fresh cement, not the burn smell and smoke.

She stepped out of the car slowly, unable to tear her eyes away.

This wasn’t a graveyard of memories anymore. It was changing. Someone was rebuilding it.

Her lips parted slightly. "Why...?" she whispered to herself.

The flower shop, the one her mother poured her life into, was rising again, without her knowing.

She gripped the fence harder, the sound of drills and hammers drilling deeper into her thoughts.

Why was he doing this?

Why now?

Her throat burned. She wanted to scream. Cry. Turn back time. She wanted to walk into the ruins and let them stay ruins because that was what their story felt like.

But no.

He had to rebuild it.

Lunara stood there for a long moment, staring at the familiar yet strange sight of the flower shop, now under construction. Her heart felt like it was pounding in her chest, as though it was fighting against the pain, the anger, and the overwhelming surge of emotions.

She couldn’t look away.

The name she’d dreamed of, the one she had mentioned once, only one time to Eryx, was right there. Lunara’s Garden.

For a moment, she wanted to hate him. To push the whole thing away. From his manipulation, his lies to everything he’d done. But as much as she tried to harden her heart, she realized with a jolt, no, it wasn’t working. The knot in her chest wasn’t just anger. It was longing, hope, and the hurt of betrayal all tangled together.

Her hands shook as she wiped away the tear that slipped down her cheek. She couldn’t back away. Her heart was too far gone.

She loved him.

And no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise, she couldn’t escape it. Even after everything, even with the wreckage he’d left in his wake, Eryx had somehow become a part of her. A deep part of her.

Lunara took a shaky breath, turning on her heel, trying to steady her racing heart. She didn’t know where to go from here. The weight of the emotions pressing on her chest felt suffocating. The sight of the shop, now restored, should’ve been comforting. But it wasn’t. Not with the truth hanging between them like an unspoken promise.

Her feet carried her without purpose, one step after the other, as if the ground itself was uncertain beneath her. She didn’t want to go back. Not to the shop, not to Eryx, not to any of it. But where else was there to go?

Before she knew it, her legs carried her straight toward the main road.

Honk!

The deafening blare of a car horn jolted her from her thoughts. Her eyes widened just as headlights flooded her vision but before she could react, a hand shot out and yanked her back.

She stumbled, breath caught in her throat, as an arm wrapped around her waist and yanked her out of harm’s way.

The rush of air, the sound of the horn, the screeching tires, all blurred.

But the warmth of that touch?

Her heart thudded, from fear, from panic from something else that she couldn’t explain.

She looked at the person who pulled her to safety and froze.

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