He Married Me for the Heart Inside My Chest Chapter 12

He Married Me for the Heart Inside My Chest Chapter 12

Silas found me in the middle of a torrential 

downpour. 

He stood outside Wren’s apartment building, soaked to the bone, looking like a stray. 

“Lila, I’m taking those articles down. Don’t believe 

any of it.” 

He stood on the other side of the iron gate, his 

voice hoarse. 

I held a black umbrella, looking down at him. 

“Taking them down? You think you can erase everything Vera posted?” 

He froze, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “You’re saying… Vera did this?” 

“Silas, are you refusing to believe it, or just scared 

to?” 

I let out a cold laugh, pulled a stack of photos from my bag and tossed them over the gate to his 

feet. 

The photos scattered in the rain. They showed 

him laying flowers at Maplewood Cemetery, Vera 

standing a few feet away, watching his back. 

“She’s been watching you. Watching Elowen. Even 

watching my heart.” 

“Your so–called love? To her, it’s just an opening.” 

Silas bent to pick up the photos, rain dripping off 

his fingers. 

“She was just a friend… I never thought she’d…” 

“You never thought about a lot of things.” 

I cut him off. “Did you know the fake will was 

written by Vera, copying your tone? Just to turn 

me against you.” 

“I didn’t write it!” He lunged toward the gate. “Lila, I 

never saw you as a vessel!” 

“Really?” 

I snapped my umbrella shut, letting the rain soak. 

1. me. 

“Then tell me why did you take me to Elowen’s 

favorite steakhouse on my birthday?” 

“Why did you check my heartbeat first when I 

passed out in the shower, instead of checking if I 

hit my head?” 

Silas’s mouth hung open, no words coming out. 

“Are those things Vera’s fault too?” 

I stepped closer to the gate, staring into his eyes. 

“Face it, Silas. You loved the ghost. I was just an 

expensive urn.” 

He stumbled back, his face as white as chalk 

under the streetlights. 

“That’s not true… It’s not…” 

The sharp bite of words, the thrill of tearing 

someone down–it twisted in my chest, a bitter 

rush. 

But I knew it wasn’t enough. 

Vera was still in the shadows, waiting to pick up 

the pieces. 

She wanted me to snap completely. 

“Come home with me.” 

Silas grabbed the gate, his eyes wild with 

desperation. 

“I’ll give you everything–shares, property. I’ll sign it 

all over to you.” 

“You’re buying me off?” 

“I’m saving you! Everyone’s calling you names. I’m 

the only one who can protect you!” 

Listen to that. The classic move–stripping 

someone of their choices. 

He thought money and status could fix everything. 

Thought if he wrapped me in his protection, I’d be 

grateful enough to crawl back. 

“Saving me?” 

I laughed softly, the sound hollow in the rain. 

“Silas, you killed me the day you decided to lie to get close to me.” 

I turned and walked into the elevator, never looking 

back. 

His desperate shouts echoed behind me, fading into the storm. 

Back inside the apartment, I saw Vera’s Instagram 

post. 

[All replacements end up back where they belong.] 

The photo was an old college picture–Silas smiling, Vera staring at him from the side. 

I typed a cold comment. 

[But once you break the urn, the ghost inside is 

gone forever.]