All Chapters of To My Childhood Sweetheart, See You Never: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The day Wendy jumped into the sea, taking her own life, Grayson had been whispering sweet nothings to Rita, telling her that even if he were to marry Wendy, his love for Rita and their child would remain unchanged. Every time Wendy had tried to end it all because of her depression, he had been with another woman. And not once had he noticed her struggles. Even if he had sensed something was wrong, his heart had still been tied to the other woman. Grayson gripped the depression diagnosis report so tightly his fingers trembled. His tears fell, hitting the cold, hard marble floor. Then, with both hands pressed against his face, he began to sob uncontrollably. What was supposed to be the wedding of the century had turned into the century's funeral. … At the funeral, Grayson stood beside Wendy's coffin, his eyes glazed over, offering mechanical gestures of acknowledgment to each guest who came to pay their respects. "Mr. Bryce, please accept our condolences." "Mr. Bryce, ple

In the span of a single night, the reputations of Rita, Grayson, and the Bryce family plummeted. Various business partners swiftly severed ties with Rita, demanding compensation in the millions for breach of contract. Some of her former fans, now enraged, gathered outside the hospital where she stayed, hurling dirty objects at her. If it hadn't been for Carrie sending bodyguards to protect her, Rita would have had a miscarriage from the fury directed at her. Meanwhile, Grayson, having built an image over the years as a devoted boyfriend, found himself in crisis as his affair came to light. As a result, countless business partnerships with Bryce Ventures were canceled, and shareholders withdrew their investments. If he could betray a woman he had loved for ten years, they reasoned, he could just as easily betray them. Bryce Ventures teetered on the edge of collapse, with stock prices plummeting to rock bottom. To salvage the company, Grayson and his father moved into the offic

Cheryl blinked in surprise. If she remembered correctly, Allen had not attended the town's Autumn Festival tonight, but had spent the evening enjoying time with his family, who had traveled from afar. Allen seemed to sense her thoughts. He smiled and handed her a gift. "My parents are here for a short trip," he said. "They came to see me, and after dinner, they headed back to their villa." Cheryl understood immediately and quickly invited him inside. Allen's eyes fell on the remaining cake on the table. "You had this for dinner?" he asked, a little surprised. She hesitated, then nodded. Before she could explain that she wasn't hungry, her stomach rumbled audibly. Her face turned a shade of pink as she quickly covered her belly. Allen sighed. "If I hadn't come, what would have happened to your stomach tonight?" He was no stranger to her home and knew the layout well. Without a word, he moved to the kitchen, opening the fridge as he glanced back at her. "Pasta, does tha

Before Rita could strike, Grayson seized her wrist, shoving her back against the wall and wrapping his hand tightly around her throat. "Rita, if you dare to harm Wendy again, you won't live to see another sunrise." Without sparing her another glance, he released her, turned, and carefully helped the "Wendy" doppelgänger back into the villa, as if shielding the most fragile of treasures. Rita stood frozen, her body trembling uncontrollably. It was only after a long moment that her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor, gasping for air like a drowning swimmer breaking the surface. So close. So close. He'd almost killed her. The thought screamed in her mind. Her throat throbbed with the memory of his grip, and the terror that had seized her still lingered. Just as she tried to rise, a sharp, searing pain radiated from her lower abdomen, and the unmistakable scent of blood began to fill the air. Her face drained of color as she clutched her stomach in panic. "My baby!

Allen didn't say anything more, just lightly patting her back to reassure her. His voice carried a quiet promise, steady yet firm. "Don't worry. I'll handle everything. He won't find you." Cheryl lowered her gaze. Whatever she and Grayson needed to say to each other had been said the day she staged her death. There was nothing left. No explanations, no lingering ties. Betrayal didn't require justification; it was absolute and final. She didn't want to see him, nor did she want to hear any explanations. The two sat together on the sofa, tightly nestled against each other. The room was steeped in a stillness that seemed to suspend time itself. Yet, miles away in a hospital room, chaos reigned. Grayson, barely recovered from his leg injury, was in a frenzy, fighting against the bodyguards restraining him. He was determined to break free, to go to New Zealand and see Wendy. Ever since her death, or what he had believed to be her death, he had never truly accepted the finality of it