The Heiress's Comeback
Chapter 398: [ Volume 1] Chaper 397- Summer past 2

Chapter 398: [ Volume 1] Chaper 397- Summer past 2

"Sama, where—"

"Listen!" His voice cut through, sharp, urgent. Desperation clung to every word. "No matter what happens, never come here. Erase everything—every trace that connects us. Do you hear me?"

Her breath caught in her throat.

"Sama, what—"

"Don’t say anything, just listen!" He spoke in a rush, his words trembling. "From today on, you hide our daughter. No matter what happens, no one can know about her. No one can know we were ever connected."

The air left her lungs. Her hands gripped the phone tighter.

"Sama, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?!"

A shuddering breath. Then, his voice softened—filled with a sorrow so deep, it made her chest ache.

"You know, right? I love you. I love you with my life. I was so damn happy."

Her fingers shook. "Why are you talking like this? Tell me where you are—I’ll come get you!"

But he didn’t stop. "I love you so much. I was so happy that I met you. That I married you. That I had the chance to love you."

A sharp sound—gunfire? Heavy footsteps? The unmistakable noise of something crashing.

"Sama—!" Her voice cracked, panic clawing at her throat.

"You have to live, my love. You have to be strong. Don’t break. Don’t seek revenge. Just keep our daughter safe. Even if I’m not there, love her enough for the both of us."

The phone slipped in her grip, her entire body trembling.

"Sama, please! Just tell me where you are!"

More noise. A hitched breath. And then—

Silence.

Her knees buckled, the world around her crumbling as she screamed his name into the void.

After that night, she never heard from Sama again. No more phone calls. No more warm smiles or teasing words. No more reassurance that everything would be okay. Deep down, she knew—if he had spoken to her like that, something had gone terribly wrong.

But she wasn’t the type to sit still and wait. She had to find him.

Their bond was deeper than vows; it was survival. Instead of exchanging wedding rings, they had implanted GPS tracers in each other’s bodies—a safeguard, a promise that no matter what happened, they would always be able to find each other.

Her hands shook as she activated the tracker, following its signal with a desperation that threatened to consume her. But the moment she arrived, she felt her soul leave her body.

The place was gone.

Completely burned.

The scent of charred wood and something far worse clung to the air. Police officers stood around the wreckage, their expressions indifferent, as if this were just another incident. She wasn’t allowed inside, but from whispered conversations, she pieced together what they wanted people to believe.

A gas leak.

A hollow laugh escaped her lips. A gas leak?

The man who could wake up at the softest whisper, the slightest shift in the wind—he didn’t notice a gas leak? What a joke.

But she didn’t argue. She didn’t scream. She didn’t beg for an investigation.

Because she remembered his last words.

She wanted to tear through them all—to hunt down whoever had done this and burn their world to the ground. But one thought stopped her.

Their daughter.

She couldn’t afford to be reckless. She couldn’t leave their child alone.

That night, something inside her shattered.

She went home and erased every trace of him. Their pictures, their keepsakes, the warmth of the life they had built together. But she couldn’t destroy them. She wasn’t that strong.

So, instead, she locked them away.

Beneath their home, she built a hidden room—a sanctuary for memories, a place where their love still existed, untouched by time. Photos, letters, stories... everything they had once shared, everything that had made their world so beautiful.

And their daughter.

She erased every record of her existence.

No birth certificate. No digital footprints. To the world, their child had never been born. She became a ghost, living in the shadows of her mother’s protection.

But she never truly gave up.

For years, she searched. She uncovered the truth—an organization, hidden in the dark, the ones responsible for stealing her husband away. But power like theirs wasn’t so easily challenged.

And now, seven years had passed.

Their daughter was growing, her laughter a bittersweet echo of the man she had lost. Time had moved forward, but the wound in her heart remained raw.

Because no matter how much she protected their child, no matter how much she pretended to be strong—

The world still felt empty without Sama.

Five years ago, she discovered something that turned her world upside down.

Someone had entered the place she had abandoned—the place where her husband had died.

And his remains were gone.

At first, she refused to believe it. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe she had misunderstood something. But as she dug deeper, the truth became clear. Someone had taken what was left of him.

But why?

Were they a friend, trying to protect him even in death? Or an enemy, erasing every trace of his existence?

She couldn’t let it go.

She used every connection, every resource she had, following every lead until she found a name.

Esme Vallahe.

From that moment, Esme became the person she watched the most. She followed her movements, traced her actions, trying to understand.

And then, she saw it.

A tomb.

Not just any tomb—but one carefully built, like someone had put their whole heart into it. Every detail, every inscription—it was exactly how he had always wanted it.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Esme had done this. Why?

She waited until Esme left before she stepped forward, her legs trembling as she approached. And then she saw it.

A picture of Sama.

Her Sama.

And beneath it, a name she wasn’t expecting.

Summer.

Her fingers hovered over the letters, her chest tightening.

The name Summer.

The moment her eyes landed on it, everything else faded.

Memories flooded in, sharp and relentless.

She could still hear his voice—his exasperated sighs whenever she called him that.