He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 85

In Chapter 85 of “He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel,” the protagonist, Natalia, cautiously opens her bedroom door, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety as she steps into the deserted hallway. Her heart races as she navigates the corridor, weighed down by memories she is desperate to escape. Lost in her thoughts, she is startled when she nearly collides with Mila, her former friend and a significant figure from her past. The shock of their encounter freezes them in place, both grappling with the emotional weight of their shared history.

As they lock eyes, the initial shock gives way to a flood of emotions. Mila’s disbelief quickly turns to anger as she raises her hand, but instead of striking Natalia, she breaks down in tears, expressing her anguish over Natalia’s presumed death. The revelation that Mila mourned for five years hits Natalia hard, and she struggles to articulate her remorse. Their exchange is charged with pain and guilt, as Mila confronts Natalia about the hurt her actions caused not just her, but everyone who loved her. Despite Natalia’s attempts to explain, the depth of her betrayal hangs heavily between them.

The tension builds as both women grapple with the reality of their reunion. Mila’s hurt is palpable, and Natalia feels the weight of her absence reflected in Mila’s eyes. As they embrace, they share a moment of raw vulnerability, tears flowing freely as they acknowledge the bond they once had. Natalia admits to missing Mila every day, while Mila expresses the profound loss she felt, having dreamt of Natalia’s return. The emotional exchange highlights the depth of their connection and the pain of their separation.

As their tears begin to subside, Mila shifts the conversation to lighter topics, inquiring about Natalia’s life with Damon and the pregnancy she had hidden from everyone. Just as Natalia is about to share the truth about her twins, a familiar figure, Andrei, appears in the hallway, interrupting the moment. His casual demeanor contrasts sharply with the emotional turmoil that had just unfolded, leaving Natalia caught between her past and the complexities of her present. The chapter closes with a sense of unresolved tension, as Natalia grapples with the weight of her secrets and the rekindled connection with Mila.

**He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 85**

**Chapter 85**

With a tentative push, I nudged the bedroom door open just enough to take a cautious glance outside. The hallway lay before me, deserted and still. A wave of relief washed over me. Good.

I slipped out of the confines of my room, my heart racing as I hurried down the corridor. My gaze was firmly fixed on the floor, avoiding the vibrant artwork that adorned the walls and the doors leading to rooms that held memories I could no longer face. Each step felt heavy, a reminder of the past I was trying so desperately to escape.

So engrossed was I in my thoughts that I nearly collided with someone as they turned the corner.

“Oh, sorry, I—” I began, my voice trailing off.

The words caught in my throat as I looked up, and my breath hitched in my chest. There she stood, a face that felt like a ghost from a lifetime ago.

Mila.

My former Delta. My dearest friend. The one person I had once trusted completely within this pack.

And the woman I had left behind without so much as a goodbye when I pretended to die.

Time seemed to freeze as we locked eyes, both of us momentarily paralyzed by the shock of recognition. In that fleeting moment, it felt as if we were staring at apparitions, remnants of a past that had haunted us both.

“Natalia?” Mila’s voice was barely a whisper, laced with disbelief.

My heart sank, and I felt a lump form in my throat. “Mila…” The name slipped out, heavy with unspoken apologies.

Neither of us moved for what felt like an eternity, caught in a web of emotion. Then, suddenly, Mila’s expression hardened, her hand rising as if to strike me. I braced myself for the blow; I deserved it. In fact, I deserved far worse.

But the slap never came.

Instead, her hand froze mid-air, and I watched in helpless silence as tears began to fill her eyes, spilling over like a dam that had finally broken.

In an instant, her arms enveloped me, pulling me into a fierce embrace that left me breathless. I returned her hug with equal intensity, my own tears cascading down my cheeks, mingling with hers.

“You fucking bitch,” she sobbed against my shoulder, her voice thick with anguish. “I thought you were dead. I went to your funeral. I watched them burn your body.”

The weight of her words crushed me. “I know,” I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Mila pulled back, her hands gripping my shoulders with a desperation that mirrored my own. “Five years, Natalia. Five fucking years I mourned you. Do you have any idea what that did to me? To everyone who loved you?”

The guilt twisted in my gut like a knife, sharp and unforgiving. “I never meant to hurt you,” I tried to explain, but my voice faltered.

“Well, you did,” she shot back, her eyes blazing with hurt and anger.

I opened my mouth to defend myself, to explain the complexities of my choices, but the words died on my lips. She was right. I had inflicted pain on her in the most unimaginable way, and there was no way to make it right. Mila had been the one person I could have confided in, the one soul who would have understood the truth of my situation.

I could have sent a letter, a signal, anything to let her know I was alive. But fear had paralyzed me, leaving the person I cherished the most to mourn my supposed death for five long years.

“It’s complicated,” I finally admitted, the understatement hanging heavily in the air.

Mila shook her head, angrily wiping away her tears. “You could have told me. You could have trusted me with the truth. Instead, you let me believe you were gone forever.”

“I know,” I said, my heart aching with regret.

Her shoulders slumped, and for a moment, I saw the weight of my absence reflected in her eyes. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Neither do I, sometimes.” I pulled her back into my arms, unable to bear the pain etched across her face. “I’m sorry,” I whispered again, my cheeks damp with tears. “I’m so sorry. If there had been any other way…”

She shook her head, burying her face in my hair, her sobs muffled but palpable. We stood there in the hallway, wrapped in each other’s arms, tears flowing freely. I had missed her more than words could convey. She had been the sister I never had, the one person in this pack I could always rely on.

And I had left her without a word.

“I missed you,” I finally managed to say, my voice thick with emotion. “Every single day, I missed you.”

“I missed you too, you fucking idiot,” Mila cried, her voice breaking. “Do you have any idea how many times I dreamt you were still alive? How many times I woke up thinking I could walk down the hall and find you there, only to remember all over again that you were gone?”

Words failed me. I had no way to alleviate that kind of pain, so I held her even tighter, wishing I could take away the years of heartache.

Eventually, our tears began to ebb, and Mila pulled back slightly, her eyes red but shimmering with a hint of a smile. “You look good,” she said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “Life with Damon must be treating you well.”

I managed a small, tight smile in return, the corners of my lips barely lifting. “I can’t complain.”

“And the, uh…” Mila gestured vaguely toward my midsection, her eyes wide with curiosity. “The baby…”

My breath caught in my throat. She was asking about my pregnancy. The child I had been carrying when I “died.” The child I had allowed everyone to believe had perished with me. I had to tell her about the twins. It was the least I could do.

“Mila, I—”

But just then, heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor, and a familiar figure emerged around the corner. I snapped my mouth shut as a pair of green eyes met mine, amusement flickering in them, a reminder of last night’s reckless choices.

“Natalia,” Andrei drawled, casually shoving his hands into his pockets. “Sleep well?”

In the aftermath of our emotional reunion, the weight of the years lost hung heavily between Mila and me, yet within that shared pain, a flicker of hope ignited. The embrace we had shared was more than just a reconciliation; it was a bridge spanning the chasm of misunderstanding and grief that had separated us for far too long. As we stood in the hallway, the remnants of our past intertwined with the present, I could feel the walls I had built around my heart beginning to crumble. I realized that while I had hidden from the truth out of fear, it was honesty and vulnerability that would ultimately pave the way for healing. Mila’s anger was justified, but so was her capacity for forgiveness, and in that moment, I dared to believe that we could find our way back to each other.

But just as I felt the stirrings of renewal, the arrival of Andrei disrupted our fragile moment, pulling me back into the reality I had been trying to navigate. His presence was a stark reminder of the complications that lay ahead, and I knew that I would have to confront not only my past with Mila but also the choices that had led me to this point. As I glanced between the two people who meant the world to me, I understood that the journey forward would not be easy, but it was one I was willing to embrace. The door to my soul had been opened, and while I had forgotten some of the paths that led me here, I was ready to step through with courage, seeking redemption and connection in a world that had once felt so isolating.

In the next chapter, readers can expect a whirlwind of emotions as Natalia and Mila navigate the treacherous waters of their rekindled friendship. The weight of the years lost will hang heavily in the air, and the tension between them will be palpable as they confront the truths left unspoken. How will Mila react to the revelation of Natalia’s pregnancy? Will the bond they once shared be enough to bridge the chasm of betrayal and grief that has formed between them? Andrei’s unexpected appearance adds another layer of complexity to the situation, raising questions about Natalia’s choices and the path ahead.

As the chapter unfolds, secrets that have been buried for too long may come to light, forcing Natalia to confront not only her past but also the implications of her present. The stakes are higher than ever, and with Andrei’s presence looming over them, the tension will escalate. Will Natalia find the courage to share her truth, or will fear once again dictate her actions? Prepare for a gripping exploration of friendship, trust, and the consequences of choices made in desperation. The journey is far from over, and the next chapter promises to deliver heart-wrenching revelations that will leave readers on the edge of their seats.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.