Chapter - 175
Jacob had thought about this moment a thousand times—about the impossible wish to bring Eliza back. He took a deep breath, the weight of his decision settling over him. "About that wish... about bringing Eliza back," he began. "I always had doubts. In the back of my mind, I knew it couldn't be real. Not truly. Not without cost."
The Cursed Lord's eyes narrowed. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying…" Jacob hesitated only for a heartbeat. "I've accepted it. Eliza's gone. And I've moved on."
The Cursed Lord flinched as if struck. Then slowly, his expression twisted into something monstrous.
"Moved on?" he spat, his voice seething. "You would abandon her memory so easily?"
Jacob shook his head. "Not easily," he said. "Never easily. But I've made peace with it. I've built a life here. I've found people worth fighting for—friends who became family. And... I found love. Mirntha isn't my punishment. It's my purpose. My home."