Chapter Thirty-seven

If only he could turn back time a little so he could hear Hyacinth again.

A part of that sounded wrong in his head. Was it Hyacinth speaking? Or was it Belle?

He had to question everything that he just believed. He wouldn’t lie. Of course, a part of him thought that Hyacinth can be Belle, but she’s living a totally different life. With a husband that she seemed to love and her own son. The timeline wasn’t making sense.

So, why? What is happening?

“Hold on. Don’t move.” She said before going towards him. “Liam, can you do me a favor and stay in your bed, sweetie? Until all these glasses are thrown away.” She turned to him with those swollen, wide eyes. “Nikolai, get a hold of yourself and move away.”

“What?”

What happened just now? Nikolai wasn’t seeing her as Hyacinth anymore. The way she speaks and moves… It's like she’s Belle now.

“For goodness’ sake.” She had to literally push him away.

That’s when he noticed his own feet covered in blood. There was all this blood, but he couldn’t