Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 137: Chapter 137
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"Hurry up! That gorgeous street performer is singing again today!"
A young woman pulled her friend along, cheeks flushed as they hurried toward the growing crowd.
At the center of the gathering stood a tall, lean man wearing a cap pulled low over his face, obscuring his features.
Despite this, his magnetic presence was unmistakable, and when he began to sing, his voice held everyone spellbound.
In just three days of performing at this corner, he had transformed a once-quiet street into a vibrant attraction.
As another song ended, the audience erupted in applause, many stepping forward to drop bills into his open guitar case.
Camden nodded appreciatively. As he scrolled through his phone to select his next number, a voice cut through the crowd:
"Excuse me—would you take a request? I'd love to hear 'Someone Like You' by Adele."
Camden froze. He lifted his head in disbelief, and there she was—the woman who had haunted his thoughts day and night, standing right before him.
Marlow appeared more slender now, dressed in a striking floral sundress that accentuated her luminous complexion and spirited eyes.
Seeing her looking so well brought moisture to Camden's eyes, but he quickly composed himself. Without even gathering his equipment, he turned to leave.
The crowd exchanged puzzled glances, unsure what had triggered this reaction.
Marlow smiled knowingly and hurried after him in her heels.
"Take one more step, and I swear I'll make you regret it," she called out, then stood still, seemingly confident that Camden would comply.
Indeed, as if programmed to respond to Marlow's voice, Camden immediately halted.
Marlow approached him. Looking at the face she hadn't seen for two years, emotions she had suppressed for so long finally broke free as she threw herself into his arms.
Strands of her hair brushed against Camden's cheek, carrying a subtle floral fragrance that made his heart race.
After a long moment, Marlow looked up but maintained a firm grip on Camden's sleeve.
"Why did you disappear without saying goodbye? Do you have any idea how hard I've been looking for you these past two years?"
Charlie's rape case had concluded a year ago, with Charlie convicted of rape and murder and sentenced to death.
The case had catapulted Marlow into the spotlight. She had subsequently established her own prestigious law firm while simultaneously serving as chairwoman of the Reeves Group, expanding her business empire across multiple sectors.
Despite being so busy she could barely find time to eat, Marlow had searched for Camden relentlessly.
If not for his recent viral street performances being recognized by fans who remembered him as a former movie star, Marlow might not have caught up with him so easily.
Camden's expressive eyes reflected both deep affection and pain. "I left because I knew you deserved better. My agency blacklisted me, all my work dried up—how could someone like me be good enough for you?"
Both frustrated and heartbroken, Marlow lifted Camden's chin and declared firmly, "Real talent shines anywhere. Who cares if you're blacklisted? From now on, I've got your back."
Camden couldn't help but smile. Marlow was still Marlow—forever undefeated.
Seeing him smile, Marlow brightened too. Just as she was about to speak again, she heard a voice from nearby.
One of the young women who had come specifically to see Camden pointed at Marlow. "Hey! You can't just take him away. We all came to hear him sing!"
Marlow raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Sorry, but I've already booked him."
The woman, assuming Marlow was some wealthy patron paying for a private performance, asked, "For how long? The afternoon?"
Marlow's lips curved into a smile as she replied softly, "For a lifetime."
She leaned closer to Camden and placed a firm kiss on his lips. Her perfume enveloped him, making him dizzy with longing.
Marlow's eyes held a hint of playful seduction as she whispered, "Coming home with me?"
Camden swallowed hard, his voice husky as he agreed.
Marlow smiled with satisfaction, taking Camden's arm and walking away confidently under everyone's gaze.
Soon, with Marlow's support, Camden successfully returned to acting. He reclaimed his status as a leading actor through a critically acclaimed thriller.
The story of his relationship with Marlow spread online. In an entertainment industry where genuine connections were fleeting, their love story was precious and rare. Many movie fans became devoted supporters of their relationship.
Three years later, a film starring Camden was nominated for an Academy Award.
At the prestigious ceremony, after thanking all the crew members, Camden looked directly into the camera with heartfelt sincerity.
"My life was pretty ordinary until I met my wife. Without her, I wouldn't be standing here today. My wife, Marlow, is extraordinary in countless ways, yet she chose someone as ordinary as me to walk through life with. Marlow, thank you. Thank you for giving me courage through your love. I will love you forever."
As he finished, thunderous applause filled the venue.
At home in front of the television, a delicate little girl excitedly shouted, "Daddy! Mommy, look, it's Daddy!"
Marlow, dressed in comfortable loungewear, hugged her daughter while watching the screen with tender eyes, her gaze meeting that of the man on screen.
His look conveyed such love that even through the screen, it made hearts flutter.
"What's all the excitement about?" asked Camden, now an Academy Award-winning actor, as he emerged wearing a pink apron and carrying dishes. He set down the food to embrace Marlow, placing a kiss on her lips.
"No fair! Daddy's not hugging me," the little girl pouted.
"That's because your mom is my number one," Camden explained with a grin.
Marlow's face reddened at Camden's teasing. She tried to push him away but found herself pulled back into a tight embrace that lasted for quite some time.
Finally, with flushed cheeks, Marlow admitted, "And you're mine."
Life itself is an unsolvable equation, but in finding each other, they had discovered their perfect solution.
A young woman pulled her friend along, cheeks flushed as they hurried toward the growing crowd.
At the center of the gathering stood a tall, lean man wearing a cap pulled low over his face, obscuring his features.
Despite this, his magnetic presence was unmistakable, and when he began to sing, his voice held everyone spellbound.
In just three days of performing at this corner, he had transformed a once-quiet street into a vibrant attraction.
As another song ended, the audience erupted in applause, many stepping forward to drop bills into his open guitar case.
Camden nodded appreciatively. As he scrolled through his phone to select his next number, a voice cut through the crowd:
"Excuse me—would you take a request? I'd love to hear 'Someone Like You' by Adele."
Camden froze. He lifted his head in disbelief, and there she was—the woman who had haunted his thoughts day and night, standing right before him.
Marlow appeared more slender now, dressed in a striking floral sundress that accentuated her luminous complexion and spirited eyes.
Seeing her looking so well brought moisture to Camden's eyes, but he quickly composed himself. Without even gathering his equipment, he turned to leave.
The crowd exchanged puzzled glances, unsure what had triggered this reaction.
Marlow smiled knowingly and hurried after him in her heels.
"Take one more step, and I swear I'll make you regret it," she called out, then stood still, seemingly confident that Camden would comply.
Indeed, as if programmed to respond to Marlow's voice, Camden immediately halted.
Marlow approached him. Looking at the face she hadn't seen for two years, emotions she had suppressed for so long finally broke free as she threw herself into his arms.
Strands of her hair brushed against Camden's cheek, carrying a subtle floral fragrance that made his heart race.
After a long moment, Marlow looked up but maintained a firm grip on Camden's sleeve.
"Why did you disappear without saying goodbye? Do you have any idea how hard I've been looking for you these past two years?"
Charlie's rape case had concluded a year ago, with Charlie convicted of rape and murder and sentenced to death.
The case had catapulted Marlow into the spotlight. She had subsequently established her own prestigious law firm while simultaneously serving as chairwoman of the Reeves Group, expanding her business empire across multiple sectors.
Despite being so busy she could barely find time to eat, Marlow had searched for Camden relentlessly.
If not for his recent viral street performances being recognized by fans who remembered him as a former movie star, Marlow might not have caught up with him so easily.
Camden's expressive eyes reflected both deep affection and pain. "I left because I knew you deserved better. My agency blacklisted me, all my work dried up—how could someone like me be good enough for you?"
Both frustrated and heartbroken, Marlow lifted Camden's chin and declared firmly, "Real talent shines anywhere. Who cares if you're blacklisted? From now on, I've got your back."
Camden couldn't help but smile. Marlow was still Marlow—forever undefeated.
Seeing him smile, Marlow brightened too. Just as she was about to speak again, she heard a voice from nearby.
One of the young women who had come specifically to see Camden pointed at Marlow. "Hey! You can't just take him away. We all came to hear him sing!"
Marlow raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Sorry, but I've already booked him."
The woman, assuming Marlow was some wealthy patron paying for a private performance, asked, "For how long? The afternoon?"
Marlow's lips curved into a smile as she replied softly, "For a lifetime."
She leaned closer to Camden and placed a firm kiss on his lips. Her perfume enveloped him, making him dizzy with longing.
Marlow's eyes held a hint of playful seduction as she whispered, "Coming home with me?"
Camden swallowed hard, his voice husky as he agreed.
Marlow smiled with satisfaction, taking Camden's arm and walking away confidently under everyone's gaze.
Soon, with Marlow's support, Camden successfully returned to acting. He reclaimed his status as a leading actor through a critically acclaimed thriller.
The story of his relationship with Marlow spread online. In an entertainment industry where genuine connections were fleeting, their love story was precious and rare. Many movie fans became devoted supporters of their relationship.
Three years later, a film starring Camden was nominated for an Academy Award.
At the prestigious ceremony, after thanking all the crew members, Camden looked directly into the camera with heartfelt sincerity.
"My life was pretty ordinary until I met my wife. Without her, I wouldn't be standing here today. My wife, Marlow, is extraordinary in countless ways, yet she chose someone as ordinary as me to walk through life with. Marlow, thank you. Thank you for giving me courage through your love. I will love you forever."
As he finished, thunderous applause filled the venue.
At home in front of the television, a delicate little girl excitedly shouted, "Daddy! Mommy, look, it's Daddy!"
Marlow, dressed in comfortable loungewear, hugged her daughter while watching the screen with tender eyes, her gaze meeting that of the man on screen.
His look conveyed such love that even through the screen, it made hearts flutter.
"What's all the excitement about?" asked Camden, now an Academy Award-winning actor, as he emerged wearing a pink apron and carrying dishes. He set down the food to embrace Marlow, placing a kiss on her lips.
"No fair! Daddy's not hugging me," the little girl pouted.
"That's because your mom is my number one," Camden explained with a grin.
Marlow's face reddened at Camden's teasing. She tried to push him away but found herself pulled back into a tight embrace that lasted for quite some time.
Finally, with flushed cheeks, Marlow admitted, "And you're mine."
Life itself is an unsolvable equation, but in finding each other, they had discovered their perfect solution.
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