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Praying for Her Love Novel Chapter 11 – Dennis began to reminisce about our past, but I only drifted further away. “What are you looking at, teacher?” The curious voice of little Brian Parker broke through my thoughts as he leaned over to peek at my phone. I quickly closed my phone and replied softly, “Nothing. Your line drawing isn’t finished yet–get back to work.” “Teacher,” he tilted his head, studying me intently, “are you unhappy?” For a moment, I froze, then managed a small smile. “No, you’re imagining things.” Brian ran off, satisfied, while I remained still, staring blankly at the now–dark screen of my phone. He wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t happy. But my discontent had nothing to do with those people. It came from the way these fragments of news had dragged me, unwillingly, back to a past riddled with lies and betrayal. One day, during a class at the studio, a young man appeared at the door. He stood there awkwardly, holding a large bouquet of flowers. “Hello,” he said with measured politeness. “I’m Brian’s uncle. My name is Jay Parker.” He extended the flowers toward me. “These are for you. Brian loves your classes, and this is a small token of appreciation.” I glanced briefly at the bouquet, then nodded, my tone as cool as ever. “I don’t accept gifts.” He seemed taken aback, his smile faltering, but quickly recovered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know about your rule.” “It’s fine,” I replied, already turning back toward the easel. “Just don’t bring anything next time.” He didn’t argue, just left quietly after Brian’s lesson. But after that day, he always came with something else–fruit, snacks. “Brian likes these,” he’d say with a gentle smile, though I knew better. Those gifts weren’t really for the boy. Still, I never accepted them.

Praying for Her Love Novel Chapter 10 – “We’ve learned that after the incident, he fell into deep guilt and pain. The police told him the currents in that area were treacherous, leaving almost no chance of survival. He’s visited the site many times, searching for clues, and even sent people to investigate your whereabouts, all to no avail.” I listened in silence, my fingers tapping lightly on the table, as if hearing a story unrelated to me. “Miss Willow,” the staff member paused before continuing, “your social media posts and videos have become his worst nightmare. The scheduled uploads exposed his indifference and neglect, ruining his public image completely. Everyone knows now–his heart was never with you. It was always with your sister, Camille.” I let out a faint laugh, my gaze drifting to the window. His reputation ruined? That was his own doing. He had treated this marriage as a mere plaything. Now, he was finally tasting the consequences. “What about Camille?” I asked. “Your videos, particularly your artwork, proved everything,” they said. “Her award from the exhibition has been revoked. Moreover, her fraudulent behavior is under investigation. Her husband has filed for divorce, and even the Willow family sees her as a disgrace.” “Oh,” I responded lightly, without further inquiry. +15 Bonus The staff member continued, “Dennis and Camille’s relationship has completely broken down. She insists she had nothing to do with your decision to jump into the sea, but Dennis blames her for everything. Out of consideration for the Willow family, he hasn’t acted against her. “In short, Dennis deeply regrets everything now.” I remained silent for a long time before finally shaking my head with a faint smile. “Then let him regret it for the rest of his life.” Despite my words, I still checked out the latest news about Dennis and Camille online. Someone had photographed Camille, looking haggard as she stepped out of her house, no longer surrounded by her usual entourage. Reports detailed how her exhibition awards had been entirely revoked, and even the Willow family had suffered collateral damage. As for Dennis, a journalist had captured him standing alone by the seaside.His so–called “true love” had never been me. He remained there for a long time, as if searching for something. In the comment sections, people cursed him for his heartlessness, mocked him for his downfall, and even pitied him, calling him a “fool who lost his true love.” And me? I only felt it was absurd. His so–called “true love” had never been me.

Praying for Her Love Novel Chapter 9 – No one knew where I was hiding, nor did they know that I had long been prepared to live out my days in solitude. When I first moved to this city, I refused to engage in any conversation. Buying groceries, renting an apartment, even paying utility bills–I dealt with it all using the briefest words possible. People thought I was cold and eccentric. Eventually, they stopped trying to talk to me, which suited me just fine. With my savings, I opened a small art studio, teaching children how to draw. Once, I had believed my talent was meant for gallery spotlights, for applause and acclaim from countless strangers. But now, I only wanted to sketch simple lines in peace and teach a handful of innocent children. A month later, the fake–death service company contacted me. “Dennis Malcolm has been looking for you recently,” they said. “Looking for me?” I chuckled softly, my voice cold. “I’m already dead. What could he want from me?” “He’s been to your gallery,” the staff member explained. “He’s even tried reaching out to your old friends. But rest assured, our protection measures are thorough. He won’t find anything. “We’ve learned that after the incident, he fell into deep guilt and pain. The police told him the currents in that area were treacherous, leaving almost no chance of survival. He’s visited the site many times, searching for clues, and even sent people to investigate your whereabouts, all to no avail.” I listened in silence, my fingers tapping lightly on the table, as if hearing a story unrelated to me. “Miss Willow,” the staff member paused before continuing, “your social media posts and videos have become his worst nightmare. The scheduled uploads exposed his indifference and neglect, ruining his public image completely. Everyone knows now–his heart was never with you. It was always with your sister, Camille.”

Praying for Her Love Novel Chapter 8 – “Has she shown any emotional distress recently?” the officer pressed. Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. “She was calm. Everything seemed normal.” At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. “Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife’s Instagram

Praying for Her Love Novel Chapter 7 – Dennis froze, his voice carrying a raspy edge of disbelief. “That’s impossible! We had plans to celebrate her birthday. How could something like this happen to her?” The assistant’s face was heavy with an unspoken complexity as he murmured, “Mr. Malcolm, the crew said your wife boarded

Praying for Her Love Novel Chapter 6 – “No need. It’s just me,” I replied softly. The yacht glided into the open sea, slicing through the waters. I stood alone at the bow, staring up at the starlit sky. The wind was icy, cutting through me like shards of glass. The stars above glittered faintly,

Praying for Her Love Novel Chapter 5 – Dennis seemed to sense something off about me. His expression faltered briefly before he suggested, “Why don’t we leave now? Find somewhere to relax for a bit.” I looked up at him, smiling faintly. “Let’s take the yacht,” I suggested. “A night cruise. We can watch the

Praying for Her Love Novel Chapter 4 – His expression froze for a brief second before he regained his composure. “All right,” he said calmly, “but let’s return right after we’ve delivered the gift.” I knew he didn’t want me to go. He was afraid I might disrupt Camille’s celebration. But I only wanted to

Praying for Her Love Novel Chapter 3 – When I picked up Dennis’s charm bracelet, I noticed something unusual about the charms. Under the dim light, I examined them closely and finally saw that each charm was inscribed with a word: Camille. In that moment, I gave up on Dennis entirely. The next morning, I

Praying for Her Love Novel Chapter 2 – A celebration tomorrow. They’re announcing Camille’s pregnancy and congratulating her on being selected for the international art exhibition. You don’t need to go—I’ll send a gift and come straight home to be with you.” I said, “I was thinking I’d attend the exhibition too—” He interrupted me,

Praying for Her Love Novel Chapter 1 –  After confirming the final details of my staged death, I ended the call. In two days, I would vanish from their lives forever, just as they all wished. The faint scent of sandalwood drifted in from outside the door. Reflexively, I looked up. It was Dennis Malcolm,