His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 110: Chapter 110

Hearing that familiar voice from my memories, my purse fell uncontrollably to the ground, its contents spilling across the sidewalk.
Countless distant memories flooded my mind. Tears blurred my vision without warning, streaming down my face in hot rivulets.
My legs weakened with nervousness, but I didn't dare turn to look.
I feared it was all just my imagination, a cruel trick played by a mind desperate for comfort.
Over the years, I'd spotted countless silhouettes resembling him in crowds, heard numerous voices like his in passing conversations.
Initially, I would chase after these people regardless of consequences, desperately hoping for a miracle, but each time ended in crushing disappointment.
Caleb was no longer in this world—how could he possibly return to me?
I couldn't maintain my composed expression any longer and hurriedly lowered my head, preparing to leave at a quick pace. Better to escape than have my hopes raised only to be dashed again.
"Click"—the subtle sound of the door unlocking reached my ears.
Someone was getting out of the car.
A very familiar, light mint scent entered my nostrils, carrying a crisp freshness that I'd dreamed about for years. It was Caleb's signature cologne, the one he'd worn since freshman year.
My heart began to race uncontrollably. My entire body felt drained of strength as I stood frozen, suddenly unable to move my legs.
That deep voice sounded again, this time carrying obvious warmth and amusement:
"Liv, aren't you going to turn around and look at me?"
The tears that had pooled in my eyes finally spilled over. I dropped my purse and coat, turning around with excitement that bordered on panic.
Caleb appeared just as he had years ago.
Tall, impressive, full of vitality.
He stood facing the light, smiling as he opened his arms, just as he always had, welcoming me.
"Caleb!"
The breeze lifted my hair as I ran through blooming flowers and green paths, tears streaming as I fell into his embrace. The world around us disappeared—there was only this moment, this miracle.
I carefully examined the handsome face before me, as if uncertain, trembling as I repeatedly traced his features.
His cheeks, nose, thin lips, and that small mole at the corner of his eye.
Everything confirmed this was truly Caleb, not a doppelgänger, not a dream, but the man I had mourned for years.
"How... is this possible?" I asked in disbelief, voice barely above a whisper.
The overwhelming joy of reclaiming what was lost nearly clouded my reason. I buried myself in his warm embrace, experiencing an unprecedented sense of security.
Suddenly, I wasn't afraid of anything anymore.
I could bravely face my parents' oppression and Marcus's group's insults.
Because standing before me was the only person I could trust—my entire world.
"I'm sorry, Olivia... for letting you suffer so much. It's complicated and will take time to explain. Can I tell you everything when we get home?" Caleb's voice caught on the word "home," making it sound like the most beautiful promise.
Caleb's eyes grew moist, a dark redness in their depths.
Three years had passed, and while I'd become more alluring, my eyes had lost their original vibrancy and liveliness.
Like a gloriously blooming rose with its stem cruelly cut, I'd wilted under the harsh conditions of my captivity.
I'd lost significant weight, my collarbones jutting prominently beneath my skin.
Caleb pulled me close, affectionately kissing my forehead, his lips lingering as if to heal all the wounds, visible and invisible.
From now on, nothing would keep us apart. We could finally hold hands openly and live the life we wanted, the one that had been stolen from us.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you're back... I've thought about you every day these three years. Closing my eyes, I'd dream of all our beautiful college moments. Those memories kept me going through this difficult journey. But now everything's going to be better, Caleb. You won't leave me again, will you?" The question slipped out before I could stop it, revealing my deepest fear.
I sobbed in his arms, feeling his warm, slender fingers gently stroking my head.
I still felt like I'd fallen into a beautiful dream, fearful that I'd wake up to find everything gone, that I'd be back in that cold mansion with Marcus and Zoe.
"Let's go home. I want to show you where we'll live together." Caleb's voice was steady and certain, an anchor in the storm of emotions.
Caleb took my hand and led me to the car. As he opened the door for me, I glanced back once at the mansion where I'd spent the most miserable years of my life.
Marcus witnessed all of this from the balcony on the second floor, remaining shocked and speechless, his knuckles white as he gripped the railing.
The oppressive, suffocating feeling in his chest finally erupted completely. He felt almost unable to breathe.
Pain spread minutely throughout his body, with regret and confusion flooding his mind.
Didn't he despise me? Wasn't this divorce what he'd long awaited?
Why, when it actually happened, when he saw me embracing another man intimately, did he feel so terrible?
Marcus unconsciously crushed the divorce judgment in his hand into a ball of waste paper.
Zoe looked back to find his distracted expression and suddenly realized I wasn't as insignificant in his heart as she'd thought.
A sense of crisis rose within her.
"Marcus, are you hungry? I'll cook for you!" she forced a sweet smile towards Marcus, desperately trying to recapture his attention.
But Marcus didn't coddle her as usual. He maintained his cold expression, staring in the direction the Rolls-Royce had departed, his eyes concealing complex emotions, his thoughts unreadable.
Behind him, Zoe's face darkened with jealousy and rage.