The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife By Athena
The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife by Athena Chapter 204

Chapter 204

Reason abandoned her time and time again. Grace stared at the blue and white porcelain urn in her hands, unable to control the tremors coursing through her fingers.

She handed the urn back to Eric, her lips still pressed together as she sneered and shook her head. “I refuse to believe it. If you have the power, let him come and tell me in person!”

“Miss Grace Eric began.

“Get out!” Grace erupted, taking a step back and slamming the door shut, shutting everyone outside.

She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure and replace her sanity amidst the chaos. As she sat on the sofa, her eyes landed on a pile of post-it notes she had recently taken down.

She picked one up and examined it closely once more. She remembered the day when he had embraced her tightly before getting into the car. At the time, she hadn’t paid much attention, but now she realized his eyes had been slightly red”

Did he know this day would come? Long before she left Frant City, was he already prepared for their final meeting?

But

She had not seen his body.

She refused to believe it. The reason Nineteen was absent from the Cloud View Villa was because he had followed Eric and the others to the crematorium and had just returned.

When he entered Grace’s presence, a lingering sadness clung to his face.

Grace sat on the sofa, devoid of grief or tears, her demeanor strangely indifferent.

As Nineteen approached her, she suddenly stood up and slapped him across the face.

“Um Nineteen was caught off guard and stumbled backward.

He didn’t dare wipe the fresh mark on his cheek. Instead, he endured the metallic taste in his mouth and obediently stood, facing Grace’s wrath.

“If this can bring you some comfort, Miss, go ahead and hit me. Blame me for Mr. Fallen’s death. I’m drowning in guilt! I’ll feel better if I die by your hands.”

Grace stared at him, noticing the profound sadness in his tears. She slowly retracted her hand and sat back on the sofa.

“What happened?” she asked, her voice subdued.

“I was actually sent there to monitor you, Miss. But I couldn’t bring myself to do anything against you. They wouldn’t let me go. Three days ago, they gave me an ultimatum. The warehouse” Mr. Fallen found out, and he told me not to tell you. He said he would go in your place.”

As Nineteen continued, his crying escalated until he could no longer hold back. “I never expected he would never return. Miss, I’m so sorry!”

“Did he have any last words for me before this happened?”

Nineteen pondered for a moment. “No.”

Grace pressed her lips tightly, her gaze downcast, and a sense of loss enveloped her.

Nineteen’s heart ached for her. “It’s all my fault, Miss. Hit mel Don’t hold back, just release your pain!”

“Leave.”

“Miss”

“F uck off.”

Nineteen realized he couldn’t convince her otherwise and reluctantly left her alone to replace solace.

The living room window was open, and a cold breeze permeated the room. Grace felt a chill on her face.

She stared at the pile of post-it notes on the coffee table, but in her mind, she could only see Edgar’s handsome face, his expression of feigned innocence and vulnerability.

Before, he had always been distant and indifferent.

But now, she couldn’t remember anything else except his pitiful expression. What had he been like before?

With that thought, Grace hurriedly went to the third floor and retrieved a sealed box that had been sitting on top of a cabinet in her room.

“What about the group photo? The wedding photo! It should be here!” she exclaimed, frantically searching through the belongings on the floor. Finally, she found the wedding photo hidden beneath the box. In the picture, she was the only one smiling.

She realized that when she had decided to seck revenge on the Fallen family, she had cut off a significant part of Edgar from herself. Her knuckles turned white as she opened the photo album on her phone, her hands trembling.

To her dismay, she discovered that there wasn’t a single photo of the man she had been married to for three years and loved for six years. All that remained was a recording.

She clicked to play it.

A magnetic yet deep voice resonated from the phone, “I promise that after this year’s employment contract expires, I will vanish from your world forever.”

Grace sank to the end of the bed, her strength waning as she slid to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes. Before even a year had passed, he had disappeared without a trace. She hadn’t even had the chance to bid him farewell

The night stretched on endlessly. Grace stayed up, her gaze fixated on the window. Her eyes were dry, reddened, and swollen.

“Knock, knock.”

There was a knock on the door.

She wiped away her tears and composed herself as she asked as calmly as possible, “What is it?”

It was Fifteen standing outside.

“Miss, Eric has already brought Mr. Fallen’s ashes back to the old mansion. The date for Mr. Fallen’s burial has been set. It will be on the fourth day of November.”

Grace furrowed her brow.

November fourth?

Only three days away so soon?

Patric and Eric assisted Yvonne in organizing Edgar’s funeral. Upon Patric’s return to Frant City, he had heard the news.

Knowing that Edgar had sacrificed his life for Grace, Patric felt an immense unease. Understanding

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that his sister couldn’t accept this outcome, he took the initiative to help her and alleviate her guilt.

When Patric took charge, no media outlets dared to report on Edgar’s death, and those within the influential circles refrained from discussing it. They let him rest in peace.

For the past three days, the weather in Frant City had been dismal. Rain fell persistently, and biting wind seemed capable of freezing anyone in its path.

On the day of the funeral, thunder rumbled, casting a gloomy atmosphere over the city. Torrential rain poured mercilessly, enveloping the entire area in darkness,

Black umbrellas dotted the landscape in front of the cemetery.

Few people attended. Only the relatives of the Fallen family and a few close business partners came forward to pay their respects.

Yvonne clung to the urn containing her son’s ashes, her wails echoing through the air. Her tears had nearly run dry over the past three days.

Mia, too, couldn’t shed any more tears. She repeatedly called cut to her brother, her voice heavy with sorrow.

The air was heavy with grief.

Under a tree outside the cemetery, Grace stood, clad in a black dress with no makeup. Rain soaked her entire being as she observed the somber scene unfolding before her.

Several bodyguards stepped forward to mourn Edgar.

Grace, without an umbrella, stood under the tree despite the pouring rain, her body drenched and shivering from the cold.

Observing Grace’s plight, Patric, who had been keeping a watchful eye on her, approached her with his black umbrella.

Concerned, he reached out to cover her with his suit jacket. However, Grace halted his gesture, refusing to accept the warmth he offered.

“Girl, he’s already gone. Why are you torturing yourself like this? If you continue in this manner, you’ll only fall ill. Can you please be obedient? If he were still here, he wouldn’t want to see you burdened with guilt,” Patric pleaded, his voice filled with genuine worry.

At his last words, Grace reluctantly let go, allowing Patric to wrap his jacket tightly around her. He gently brushed the wet strands of hair from her face, sighing softly,

“He will be buried soon. Do you want to say your final words to him?” he asked, his eyes full of compassion.

Grace’s gaze dropped, but she remained silent, unsure of what to say or whether she should even step forward.

Inside the crinetery, the burial ceremony for Edgar commenced.

Suddenly, a lawyer in a suit appeared and handed two envelopes containing Edgar’s final words to

Yvonne

“Mrs. Fallen, these are Mr. Fallen’s instructions for you on the day of his burlal. I hope you open them immediately and read them alone, the lawyer explained, his voice respectful.

Yvonne, still tearful and visibly shaken, took the envelopes with trembling hands.

She opened the first letter.

As she read its contents, her grief gradually transformed into a frozen disbelief.

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