"Rena, by the time you hear this, | might no longer be by your side. Are you crying? Silly girl, don't shed tears. We are still legally bound and have two beautiful children. Our second child is a boy and I've already chosen his name. Let's call him Marcus, Marcus Fowler. Do you like it?"

The recording momentarily paused, possibly due to Waylen's silent sobs.

"Promise me, Rena, promise me that you will find me and never abandon me. Because | love you. | cannot imagine a life without you. Even my most extravagant days can't compare to the time we shared together." *

"Rena, | love you." *

"Rena, be brave for me once more, please." *

Seated on the sofa, Rena caressed her belly while intently listening to his heartfelt expressions, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She sensed that Waylen had truly departed.

In that moment, the phone resting on the sofa rang. It originated from the sanatorium.

Rena picked it up with a gentle touch.

On the other end of the line was a doctor from the sanatorium, his voice tinged with pity as he informed her, "Mrs. Fowler, Mr. Fowler has discharged himself. He took his ID, bank cards, and two spare sets of clothes."

Rena's hope and strength seemed to wane instantly. With a tremor in her voice, she asked, “Is there anything else he took with him?”

After pondering for a moment, the man replied, "No. Oh, by the way, there is a diary by Mr. Fowler's pillow. Would you like me to send it to you?"

“[need it! I'll be there right away!”

After hanging up, Rena mechanically wiped her tears but they continued to flow.

She hurried downstairs and instructed the chauffeur to drive her to the sanatorium.

Korbyn, waiting downstairs, appeared somewhat anxious but his concern was primarily for her.

He looked at Rena and whispered, "He got a new lawyer's license a few days ago! | found out that he took his passport and bought a ticket to Acoiclya. He should be on the plane now."

Silently, Rena wept.

Even though she had anticipated this outcome, she couldn't help but cry.

Waylen had completely forgotten her, his memories regressing to five years ago, before they had even met.

Waylen departed, soaring toward the skies he yearned for, resuming his beloved career as a lawyer, leaving herself and Alexis behind.

If they were to meet again, would he treat them as strangers, without any affection or preference?