Cedric’s family wasn’t struggling. His father was a well-established entrepreneur known far and wide.
He confided in Dione about his family, sharing bits and pieces of his life, his father’s affair, his reluctance to inherit the family business, and his deep passion for sculpting...
Cedric had cut ties with them after they discovered his relationship with Dione. They had insisted he take the reins of the family business, scolding him for even considering marriage to a girl from such humble roots, especially one who had lost both her parents.
In defiance and to shield Dione from their harsh words, Cedric took her to Cedar Ridge, hoping to learn a new skill.
The past replayed in Dione’s mind like scenes from a movie, each memory sharp and vivid.
She knelt in front of the tombstone, the cold wind biting at her skin, but the warmth of her tears blurred her vision.
“Dad, Mom…”
“Wait for me, okay? I’ll find you soon.”
“In the next life, I still want to be your daughter.”
Winter’s chill had arrived, the air damp and biting, and the cemetery seemed to echo with her pain.
She waited for hours, but Cedric didn’t show. Eventually, with a heavy heart, she made her way back to the hotel alone.