The Kiss that Sparked it All

“I’ve told you, we’re through. No, correction-we never even started. You never chose me from the get- go. Dahlia, please stop making things difficult for my wife.”

With a gentle pull, Nolan intertwined his fingers with Regina’s, their clasped hands a stark visual sting to Dahlia’s already bruised heart.

“Fine, just fine! Every choice I’ve made over the years has been wrong. I left, and I missed my chance with you. Now I come back, only to miss you again. Nolan, you might as well admit you never gave me a shot. What’s with this holier-than-thou act?

And Regina, you bitch, there’s no need to gloat in front of me. You want to see me suffer? Well, I won’t give you the satisfaction! I’m going to make sure you all regret this!”

Mid-rant, Dahlia charged headfirst toward a column in the grand hall. Nolan, quick as he was, still couldn’t prevent her desperate lunge.

In that moment, she was gambling on whether Nolan would soften, and it turned out she won the bet.

He still cared, but her stubbornness came at a cost. Her forehead collided with the column, leaving a bloody imprint. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Regina, shocked, clapped a hand over her mouth, unable to believe Dahlia’s drastic resolve.

The scene escalated quickly, almost to the brink of a catastrophe, drawing attention from everyone- including Regina’s boss from upstairs.

“Alright, break it up; there’s nothing to see here.

“What are you standing around for? Call an ambulance, now!”

Nolan barked at Regina, who was momentarily frozen, before she sprung into action. “Right, on it! I’m dialing. Don’t panic; just try to stop Dahlia’s bleeding. We’re close to the hospital; the ambulance will be here in no time. Just focus on keeping her calm.”

She rattled off instructions as she phoned for help, her voice a nervous flutter.

Nolan sensed her distress but didn’t dwell on it; his concern fixed on Dahlia in his arms.

“Nolan, tell me none of this is real, right? We’re still as close as we used to be; you’re not really married, are you?”

Even now, with blood streaming, down her forehead, Dahlia clung to his shirt, desperate for an answer he couldn’t give. Their marriage certificate was tangible proof sitting back in his office.

“Stop talking, you’re hurt. We need to focus on stopping the bleeding.”

“Heh, you can’t even lie to me, can you? Just leave me to my fate, then. What does it matter if I bleed? I have no father, no mother; if I die in a corner, no one would even know.” Her gaze dropped, tears streaming uncontrollably, her despair as palpable as those who’ve lost all will to live.

Nolan felt his heart twist. They were friends for many years; he couldn’t bear to be the cause of her hopelessness. Even if their paths diverged, she deserved to walk in the sunlight, not towards an end.

“How can you think like that? You’re a talented dancer with a bright future. You don’t have to give up on life because of me. Didn’t you choose someone else before?”