His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 114: Chapter 114
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Hearing everything Caleb had silently endured all these years, I sobbed uncontrollably, clinging to him tightly as if afraid he'd disappear again.
We'd both suffered so much.
To find our way back to each other, we'd used up nearly all our courage and endured unimaginable pain.
During our time apart, longing grew like wild vines around our hearts, suffocating us with pain but also keeping the memory of our love alive.
"Caleb, we'll never be separated again..." I choked out between sobs, making it both a promise and a plea.
"Don't cry. Liv, everything's better now, isn't it?" He held me close, his heart aching at the sight of my tears. "I'll make sure every tear you shed from now on is from happiness and contentment. That's my vow to you."
His thumb gently wiped away the wetness on my cheeks, his touch so tender it threatened to start fresh crying.
"Is this area near the beach? I think I saw the ocean when we drove in." I wiped my tears, trying to compose myself, curiosity cutting through the overwhelming emotions.
"Yeah, the bedroom has a bay window," Caleb's face lit up with excitement. "We can watch the sunrise and sunset over the ocean every day! Come, let me show you."
Caleb led me to the bedroom, his hand warm around mine.
Light streamed through the window onto the warm carpet, bathing the room in golden light. Delicate ornaments sparkled brilliantly on the dresser, and the king-sized bed looked absurdly inviting after years of sleeping as far from Marcus as possible.
The entire space looked absolutely enchanting, designed with both comfort and beauty in mind.
Excitement suddenly surged through me. I desperately wanted to recapture those unfinished moments from our college days, to pick up where we left off before my parents tore us apart.
"Let's go to the beach! Right now!" I tugged at his hand playfully, sudden energy replacing my earlier exhaustion.
Caleb laughed, delighted by my enthusiasm. "Right now? But I was going to make dinner—"
"Dinner can wait," I insisted, already heading for the door. "I want to feel the sand between my toes again!"
We changed into casual clothes and ran hand in hand along the shore, the setting sun painting the sky in brilliant oranges and pinks.
The gentle sea breeze lifted our shirts, hair dancing in the air, colorful shells glinting at our feet like hidden treasures.
I kicked off my shoes and walked barefoot on the sand, basking in the brilliant sunshine, wiggling my toes in the cool, damp sand.
I inhaled deeply, taking in so many scents I'd been denied in that sterile mansion.
The sweet fragrance of tropical fruits from a nearby vendor, Caleb's crisp mint cologne, the sugary aroma of funnel cakes from the beachside café...
And one special scent that took me a moment to identify.
Bitter at first, but gradually mixing with intense fragrance, all the aromas blending into something wonderful and intoxicating.
I felt like I was floating on clouds, everything around me pure and light, untainted by the darkness of recent years.
I finally understood what this strange scent was.
It's—freedom.
Like excited tourists, we tried every beach activity we could fit into the remaining daylight.
Surfing on boards, dancing with the waves until we were both soaked through, laughing at each other's bedraggled appearance. I shrieked when a particularly large wave knocked me off my feet, but Caleb was there immediately, pulling me up and spinning me around in the shallows.
We tried scuba diving too, surrounded by schools of colorful fish in the azure water. Giant sea turtles and coral reefs looked spectacular, like something from a nature documentary. We had the photographer capture us kissing underwater, our hair floating around us like seaweed.
Our first photo together in three years—tangible proof that this wasn't just a beautiful dream.
Caleb wanted to make another special shell art piece. We collected a whole bucket of vibrant shells and sprawled right on the beach, assembling our crooked masterpiece together, arguing playfully over the design.
A mischievous hermit crab snuck up behind Caleb and pinched him hard on the ankle.
I caught this hilarious moment on camera—Caleb frozen with his arm extended, a crab dangling precariously from his fingertip, his face a perfect mixture of shock and outrage.
I posted it on Instagram with the caption "The Great Crab Adventure," giggling as I showed him the result.
Friends who knew our history were shocked we were still together after all this time, sending their blessings and questions I wasn't ready to answer yet.
Finally exhausted, we lay on the sand watching the sunset sink into the ocean, its fiery ball dipping below the horizon in a spectacular finale.
We ate sweet grilled oysters and craft wheat beer from a beachside shack, sharing all the thoughts we couldn't tell anyone else these years.
When darkness fell completely, a group of college students arrived with guitars and bass, gathering around a bonfire a few yards away.
They laughed and joked until the first chord struck, and mellow music with husky vocals filled the night air.
"It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you. Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you."
We lost ourselves in the song, our eyes growing misty as the lyrics spoke directly to our hearts.
Time passed until even the tipsy students left, but we remained lying there, content to simply be together under the vast canopy of stars.
"Let's just keep being happy like this forever." My voice was soft but filled with conviction.
Caleb kissed my lips, his smile genuinely radiant in the moonlight.
"Forever sounds just about right to me."
We'd both suffered so much.
To find our way back to each other, we'd used up nearly all our courage and endured unimaginable pain.
During our time apart, longing grew like wild vines around our hearts, suffocating us with pain but also keeping the memory of our love alive.
"Caleb, we'll never be separated again..." I choked out between sobs, making it both a promise and a plea.
"Don't cry. Liv, everything's better now, isn't it?" He held me close, his heart aching at the sight of my tears. "I'll make sure every tear you shed from now on is from happiness and contentment. That's my vow to you."
His thumb gently wiped away the wetness on my cheeks, his touch so tender it threatened to start fresh crying.
"Is this area near the beach? I think I saw the ocean when we drove in." I wiped my tears, trying to compose myself, curiosity cutting through the overwhelming emotions.
"Yeah, the bedroom has a bay window," Caleb's face lit up with excitement. "We can watch the sunrise and sunset over the ocean every day! Come, let me show you."
Caleb led me to the bedroom, his hand warm around mine.
Light streamed through the window onto the warm carpet, bathing the room in golden light. Delicate ornaments sparkled brilliantly on the dresser, and the king-sized bed looked absurdly inviting after years of sleeping as far from Marcus as possible.
The entire space looked absolutely enchanting, designed with both comfort and beauty in mind.
Excitement suddenly surged through me. I desperately wanted to recapture those unfinished moments from our college days, to pick up where we left off before my parents tore us apart.
"Let's go to the beach! Right now!" I tugged at his hand playfully, sudden energy replacing my earlier exhaustion.
Caleb laughed, delighted by my enthusiasm. "Right now? But I was going to make dinner—"
"Dinner can wait," I insisted, already heading for the door. "I want to feel the sand between my toes again!"
We changed into casual clothes and ran hand in hand along the shore, the setting sun painting the sky in brilliant oranges and pinks.
The gentle sea breeze lifted our shirts, hair dancing in the air, colorful shells glinting at our feet like hidden treasures.
I kicked off my shoes and walked barefoot on the sand, basking in the brilliant sunshine, wiggling my toes in the cool, damp sand.
I inhaled deeply, taking in so many scents I'd been denied in that sterile mansion.
The sweet fragrance of tropical fruits from a nearby vendor, Caleb's crisp mint cologne, the sugary aroma of funnel cakes from the beachside café...
And one special scent that took me a moment to identify.
Bitter at first, but gradually mixing with intense fragrance, all the aromas blending into something wonderful and intoxicating.
I felt like I was floating on clouds, everything around me pure and light, untainted by the darkness of recent years.
I finally understood what this strange scent was.
It's—freedom.
Like excited tourists, we tried every beach activity we could fit into the remaining daylight.
Surfing on boards, dancing with the waves until we were both soaked through, laughing at each other's bedraggled appearance. I shrieked when a particularly large wave knocked me off my feet, but Caleb was there immediately, pulling me up and spinning me around in the shallows.
We tried scuba diving too, surrounded by schools of colorful fish in the azure water. Giant sea turtles and coral reefs looked spectacular, like something from a nature documentary. We had the photographer capture us kissing underwater, our hair floating around us like seaweed.
Our first photo together in three years—tangible proof that this wasn't just a beautiful dream.
Caleb wanted to make another special shell art piece. We collected a whole bucket of vibrant shells and sprawled right on the beach, assembling our crooked masterpiece together, arguing playfully over the design.
A mischievous hermit crab snuck up behind Caleb and pinched him hard on the ankle.
I caught this hilarious moment on camera—Caleb frozen with his arm extended, a crab dangling precariously from his fingertip, his face a perfect mixture of shock and outrage.
I posted it on Instagram with the caption "The Great Crab Adventure," giggling as I showed him the result.
Friends who knew our history were shocked we were still together after all this time, sending their blessings and questions I wasn't ready to answer yet.
Finally exhausted, we lay on the sand watching the sunset sink into the ocean, its fiery ball dipping below the horizon in a spectacular finale.
We ate sweet grilled oysters and craft wheat beer from a beachside shack, sharing all the thoughts we couldn't tell anyone else these years.
When darkness fell completely, a group of college students arrived with guitars and bass, gathering around a bonfire a few yards away.
They laughed and joked until the first chord struck, and mellow music with husky vocals filled the night air.
"It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you. Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you."
We lost ourselves in the song, our eyes growing misty as the lyrics spoke directly to our hearts.
Time passed until even the tipsy students left, but we remained lying there, content to simply be together under the vast canopy of stars.
"Let's just keep being happy like this forever." My voice was soft but filled with conviction.
Caleb kissed my lips, his smile genuinely radiant in the moonlight.
"Forever sounds just about right to me."
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