Chapter 19
Juliet woke up to find herself in a hospital room, with a stranger sitting beside her bed. She turned inward, demanding answers from the system in her mind.
The system responded, “Your husband, Norman Walsh, chose to bind himself to the Immortal system just to see you again. In return, you were given a chance at rebirth. He’s already died 9 times, and now he’s traded those deaths for an opportunity to meet you”
ber’s voice wavered in disbelief. “go times? With immortality, the pain from every death only deepens. Has he completely lost his mind?–
The system responded flatly, “He’s willing to endure anything to see you. From now on, every time he meets you, it will cost him another life.”
“Stop zoning out Nattie. Try the strawberry cake made for you,” the man said, his tone gentle and inviting
As they spoke, Juliet discovered the man beside her, Bernard Levinsky, was the fiance of the woman whose body she now inhabited. They had grown up as childhood sweethearts, their connection strong and filled with affection.
She’d ended up in the hospital after suffering a sudden heart attack,
Since Juliet had been reborn, she was resolate in living her life on her own terms,
She turned her face away and said, “I don’t like cake. It’s too dense and heavy.”
Bernard looked taken aback. “But you used to love strawberry cake. How could your tastes shift so suddenly after you got sick?”
“Whose tastes have shifted?” A white–haired man, who’d just stepped through the door, stared at Juliet in disbelief, the fruit basket slipping from his hand and hitting the floor. Then, his eyes lit up with a fierce, almost desperate joy. He rushed forward and pulled juliet into a tight embrace.
“Juliet, you’ve returned, haven’t you? I’ve finally found you again!” he exclaimed.
“Norman, what’s wrong with you?” Bernard yanked him back, his face dark with frustration. “She’s my fiancée, Natalie, not your wife who died six years ago!” “She’s Juliet!” Normaisisted “Juliet said those exact words six years ago. She told me the cake was too dense and heavy. I remember it!”
“I don’t know you,” Juliet responded indifferently, her brow knitting in irritation. “Bernard, can you help me with the discharge papers? I want to go home.”
Norman grabbed her sleeve, his eyes filled with desperation Juliet, I’m Norman Walsh, the man you loved! I’m sorry. It’s my fault for never realizing how much you meant to me. “I regret letting you go to that concert in Iris” place and letting you die at the hands of that serial killer, leaving you unable to find peace. Now, I’ve become an immortal, just like you. I’ll make it right, I swear. Please, come back to me. I’ve been losing my mind without you!”
“I’m not your wife. I’m Natalie Yule,” Juliet said flatly, pulling her arm away. “Mr. Walsh, please stop bothering me, I’m engaged.”
Norman accidentally bumped his arm into the corner of the bed, sending him crashing to the floor, wincing at the sharp pain.
Juliet gave him a cold stare as he curled up on the ground. “Mr. Walsh, it’s just a little bump. Who do you think you’re fooling with all this drama? I’m not your wife. Playing the victim won’t get you any sympathy from me.”
It wasn’t until he experienced it himself that Norman truly realized how much it hurt.
ite looked up at her, his eyes filled with regret and tears. “I’m sorry, Juliet. I shouldn’t have doubted you back then. I shouldn’t have—”
But pallet wasn’t about to waste another second on him. She hooked her arm through Bernard’s and turned to leave, only to bump into Iris in the hallway.
Iris looked worn out as she gestured for her assistant to pass Juliet the gift bag
she forced a way smile. “Im so sorry, Mr. Lesinsky. Norman hasn’t been the same since Mrs. Walsh passed. I hope he hasn’t caused Ms. Yule any trouble. Please accept this as a small take of our apology‘
Juliet fought to keep her anger in check as she turned to Bernard “Wal
s your connection to her?
Bernard’s Lace showed his disappointment. “She’s a singer signed to my Label I brought her on alte being moved by her song “Years Gone By, but lately, her work hasn’t been up to the standard it once was.”
“Ma. Levinsky, I’ll write new sougs, I swear. Just give me a little more time. Please don’t drop nie,” Itis pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
Juliet watched Iris beak down with a calm indifference, though her side remained gentle. “Give It is another chance. I’ve listened to her songs before. They’re quite good”
