บททั้งหมดของ HIS INNOCENT DOLL: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Sahara didn't stop walking until she reached the guest room. The moment she closed the door behind her, the strength she'd been desperately clinging to abandoned her. Click. The sound of the lock echoed through the quiet room. For several seconds, she stood motionless, her back pressed against the door. Her chest rose and fell unevenly as she struggled to catch her breath. She had promised herself she wouldn't cry in front of them. She had kept that promise. But now... She was alone. The tears she had been holding back spilled freely down her cheeks. One after another. Endlessly. She slowly slid down the door until she was sitting on the floor, hugging her knees tightly against her chest. A broken sob escaped her lips. "Why...?" she whispered between shaky breaths. Why does it hurt this much? "She buried her face against her knees, trying to muffle her cries. No matter how hard she tried to be strong... No matter how many times she told herself she had to endure...

Klent remained silent for a long moment, unable to believe what he was hearing. The woman sitting across from him looked nothing like the cheerful Sahara he had known all these years. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Her smile no longer reached them. She looked... exhausted. Not physically. But emotionally. Like someone who had spent every ounce of her strength trying to hold together a heart that had already shattered. The overnight bag resting beside her said everything words could not. She wasn't going home. She wasn't planning to. Klent swallowed hard before breaking the heavy silence. "...Are you really sure about this?" His voice was gentle, almost pleading. He wanted her to say no. He wanted her to change her mind. He wanted to believe there was still something worth saving. Sahara lowered her gaze to her trembling hands. For several seconds, she couldn't answer. Instead, she drew in a shaky breath. Then another. When she finally looked back at him, her eyes were fi

Five Years Later.The warm Hawaiian breeze danced through the swaying palm trees as the morning sun cast its golden glow across the shoreline. Five years. Five long years had passed since Sahara quietly disappeared from Leaf's life. Five years since she had walked away from the house that had become nothing more than a prison built from unrequited love. Five years since she chose herself. Now, life was different. Peaceful. Simple. The sound of waves crashing against the shore had replaced the countless nights she used to cry herself to sleep. The silence that once terrified her had become her greatest source of comfort. And every morning, she woke up no longer wondering whether someone loved her. She only wondered what adventure awaited the little boy waiting outside her bedroom. "Mama!" A cheerful little voice echoed through the beach house. Sahara smiled before she even opened the door. "I'm here, sweetheart." The moment she stepped outside, a chubby boy with to

Leaf didn't know what he was supposed to feel anymore. Relief. Anger. Hope. Regret. All of them crashed into him at once until he couldn't tell where one emotion ended and another began. For five long years, Sahara had vanished without a trace. Five years of chasing dead ends. Five years of hiring the best private investigators money could buy. Five years of waking up every morning with the same question haunting him.Where are you, doll?And now... He finally had his answer. His private investigator had found her. Leaf leaned back in his chair, unable to tear his eyes away from the photographs spread across his desk. His fingers hovered over one picture before carefully picking it up, almost afraid it would disappear if he touched it too roughly. "There you are..." he whispered. His voice was barely audible. Sahara. His wife. The woman who had walked away without saying goodbye. She looked...different. Not because he no longer recognized her. Because she looke

Leaf had been sitting inside his parked SUV across the street for nearly an hour, yet he hadn't noticed the time passing. His eyes never left the bakery. A weathered wooden sign hung above the entrance, gently swaying with the ocean breeze. Through the large glass windows, he could see customers coming and going, laughter spilling onto the sidewalk every time the door opened. And there she was. Sahara. She moved gracefully behind the display counter, greeting every customer with the same warm smile that had once brightened his darkest days. She laughed softly at something an elderly woman said before carefully boxing a cheesecake and handing it over with both hands. "Thank you, Mrs. Dawson. Tell your husband I added his favorite cinnamon rolls." The older woman smiled fondly. "You always spoil us, sweetheart." "You've been supporting my bakery since the beginning," Sahara replied with a grin. "It's the least I can do." Leaf watched every little movement. Every smile