he Day He Chose Her Over Our Dying Son, I Chose Vengeance - Chapter 46: Chapter 46
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"Colonel Foster? Colonel Foster?"
Seeing him zoning out, Sergeant Major Declan Murphy nudged him.
"Bella's on stage—snap out of it, man."
Daniel blinked, startled back to reality, and gave a vague hum to cover.
He straightened in his seat, forcing himself to focus on the stage.
The ballet performance had just reached the lead solo—Bella playing the role of Joan.
She was dressed in a fitted red uniform, dark hair braided into a sleek plait tied with a red ribbon.
With each graceful turn, her figure captivated the crowd.
Daniel stared at her, unmoving, as waves of applause rippled through the hall.
But in his mind, he saw someone else.
Eight years ago, she'd worn the same color—red blouse, red pants, hair braided just like that.
Cheeks flushed with a teenager's shy excitement.
She'd said:
"Daniel, from now on, we're family."
And he'd been stunned by her beauty.
That moment had felt eternal.
"Bravo!"
"She's amazing!"
Thunderous applause filled the room.
Daniel sat amidst the cheers, his chest aching with a strange urge to cry.
"Hey, Colonel Foster—where are you going?"
"The show's not over!"
"Colonel Foster!"
Declan's voice faded behind him as Daniel got up and walked out without a word.
On stage, Bella saw him leave and faltered for half a beat.
Her rhythm slipped, then recovered—but he was already gone.
It was the first time since they'd gotten together.
Her eyes flashed with frustration, but she pushed through the routine.
Daniel didn't know, and honestly, wouldn't have cared.
Outside, he leaned against the cold brick wall and lit a cigarette with trembling fingers.
Only then did he exhale and feel halfway human again.
The music still floated through the walls as he turned back once—
—then walked away.
He realized...
He kind of missed home.
He opened the gate to the officer's quarters.
The moonlight was especially bright tonight.
In its glow, he noticed the small, uneven garden plot in the yard.
Two rectangles of turned soil.
Whoever did it knew what they were doing—
The lines were neat, the spacing exact.
Except for a few stray sprouts poking up awkwardly, the whole thing was carefully maintained.
His hand twitched toward his pocket again.
He pulled out his lighter.
Paused.
Charlotte and Liam hated the smell of smoke.
Back when they returned for the funeral, he'd chain-smoked in front of the old house out of stress.
Every time they passed by, both would wrinkle their noses.
He'd seen it.
Didn't care.
Made no effort to stop.
He sighed and shoved the lighter back in his pocket.
His throat felt even drier.
Seeing him zoning out, Sergeant Major Declan Murphy nudged him.
"Bella's on stage—snap out of it, man."
Daniel blinked, startled back to reality, and gave a vague hum to cover.
He straightened in his seat, forcing himself to focus on the stage.
The ballet performance had just reached the lead solo—Bella playing the role of Joan.
She was dressed in a fitted red uniform, dark hair braided into a sleek plait tied with a red ribbon.
With each graceful turn, her figure captivated the crowd.
Daniel stared at her, unmoving, as waves of applause rippled through the hall.
But in his mind, he saw someone else.
Eight years ago, she'd worn the same color—red blouse, red pants, hair braided just like that.
Cheeks flushed with a teenager's shy excitement.
She'd said:
"Daniel, from now on, we're family."
And he'd been stunned by her beauty.
That moment had felt eternal.
"Bravo!"
"She's amazing!"
Thunderous applause filled the room.
Daniel sat amidst the cheers, his chest aching with a strange urge to cry.
"Hey, Colonel Foster—where are you going?"
"The show's not over!"
"Colonel Foster!"
Declan's voice faded behind him as Daniel got up and walked out without a word.
On stage, Bella saw him leave and faltered for half a beat.
Her rhythm slipped, then recovered—but he was already gone.
It was the first time since they'd gotten together.
Her eyes flashed with frustration, but she pushed through the routine.
Daniel didn't know, and honestly, wouldn't have cared.
Outside, he leaned against the cold brick wall and lit a cigarette with trembling fingers.
Only then did he exhale and feel halfway human again.
The music still floated through the walls as he turned back once—
—then walked away.
He realized...
He kind of missed home.
He opened the gate to the officer's quarters.
The moonlight was especially bright tonight.
In its glow, he noticed the small, uneven garden plot in the yard.
Two rectangles of turned soil.
Whoever did it knew what they were doing—
The lines were neat, the spacing exact.
Except for a few stray sprouts poking up awkwardly, the whole thing was carefully maintained.
His hand twitched toward his pocket again.
He pulled out his lighter.
Paused.
Charlotte and Liam hated the smell of smoke.
Back when they returned for the funeral, he'd chain-smoked in front of the old house out of stress.
Every time they passed by, both would wrinkle their noses.
He'd seen it.
Didn't care.
Made no effort to stop.
He sighed and shoved the lighter back in his pocket.
His throat felt even drier.
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