The girl caressed her slightly protruding belly, talking to herself with the corners of her lips curled into a happy arc, a breeze brushed her face lifting her long hair…
"Nicole…" In her confusion, a whisper spilled out, and at the same time, a tear rolled down her cheek, "I'm sorry…"
He shouldn't have nullified her contributions for his own sake because of her capriciousness, and he shouldn't have chosen betrayal for the warmth of another woman…
In his final moments, Julian Zane saw that recklessly joyous girl smiling and waving at him,
"Nicole, when I reach the netherworld, I will make amends to you…"
…
Julian Zane died suddenly. The funeral was held three days later, organized with the help of Nathan Moore.
