A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1485
As Eleanor thought of Bernard enduring such agony, her heart ached as if it was being squeezed, and tears cascaded down her
cheeks...
No wonder, back then, he had pushed her to sign the divorce papers; it was this torment that had ensnared him. She had
thought it was Sophie Ratliff’s threats, later she thought it was Yates’ coercion, but she had never imagined this...
With everything laid bare, Eleanor’s heartache intensified. Bernard, that fool, had never wanted to worry her and had borne the
burden alone without uttering a word...
And she, having lost her memory, could only remember her teen years, the times she loved Garett, completely erasing Bernard
from her mind, even uttering hurtful words, taking hurtful actions...
Recalling how she had told him, “I’m scared,” and seeing the despair in Bernard’s eyes, Eleanor felt an excruciating tightness in
her chest.
She couldn’t fathom how Bernard had managed to say, “As long as you wake up, it doesn’t matter if you don’t remember me.”
She cursed herself for her brief lapse in memory.
Desperate to see Bernard, Eleanor, even if she couldn’t stand, used the last of her strength to crawl across the floor, fresh blood
trailing from where the IV had been, staining her clothes and the floor crimson...
Yates’ eyes grew sour as he watched Eleanor’s stubborn, frail figure on the ground, “Eleanor, It’s all my fault. Please, give me
another chance to make it right, let me take you to Bernard...”
He knew bringing Bernard to her would solve everything, but for Eleanor and Bernard, her going to him was the only way to
bridge the gap created by her memory loss.
But Eleanor didn’t heed Yates, determined to make her way on her own. Everyone, including her pride, was secondary to
Bernard. Yet she regretted forgetting him...
Yates finally gave in, opening the door and letting Hailey in. With Hailey’s support, Eleanor staggered to Bernard’s hospital room.
Peering through the glass, her eyes reddened at the sight of his tall silhouette lying down. Her lips parted to call out his name,
but she was too choked up to speak.

Leaning on Hailey, Eleanor took steps toward Bernard until, squatting beside his bed with Hailey’s help, she met his gaze.
In his eyes, he saw his own pale reflection mirrored in Eleanor’s. He trembled slightly, unsure if the eyes that now only held him
had truly remembered.
Eleanor released the bed rail to touch Bernard’s hand, her own enveloping his cold one, drawing it into her warm grasp. Bernard,
feeling her touch, moved his fingers ever so slightly, his desperate eyes incredulously upon her.
He remained silent while Eleanor intently studied his gaunt face, hearing Hailey’s unfinished words. “For the last six months,
Bernard prayed to every god, his knees worn from his devotion.”
Eleanor knew that Bernard never believed in divine intervention. Yet, in hopes of awakening her, he had fallen from the heavens,
pleading like any other mortal.
How deeply must Bernard love her to cast aside his pride and kneel in the sanctuaries, seeking miracles?
Remembering his six months of kneeling, Eleanor’s heart twanged with sorrow. Her gaze drifted to his knees, her other hand
uncontrollably moving to touch them, “Does it still hurt?
That simple question brought tears to Bernard’s eyes. But instead of responding, he contained his wounded pride, pushing her
hand away and silently turning his back to her.
Staring at his lonely, proud figure, Eleanor mustered her courage, reaching out to touch his back again, “Honey, I’m so sorry. Tell
me, what can I do to make things right?”
After a long silence, when she thought Bernard wouldn’t respond, a cool voice finally reached her ears, “I’m not angry.”
Before Eleanor could speak, Bernard who had turned away suddenly faced her, clutching her hand firmly in his, “Eleanor, tell me,
who do you love more? Garett or me?”