Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1871

Kiran spent a blissful day at the amusement park with his mom, and for those precious hours, it felt like all his worries just vanished. Even the nagging sense of something being off seemed to disappear.

As they walked home under the setting sun, their shadows stretched long across the ground—his mom's tall and his short. He turned to her and said, "Mom, I wish today could be real."

If only it were. He’d have the chance to look her in the eyes and say, “I love you.” But the harsh line between reality and illusion was unyielding. He couldn’t fool himself into believing this was real. Not because the illusion was too sweet, but because reality was just too harsh.

He couldn’t forget. Couldn’t forget how his mom had left this world, or how The Silent Shadows had taken her from him. He lived on for his sister, Sandy, his father, Caelum, and the whole Pollard family.

Kiran refused to let a pretty lie make him forget the bitter truth. It was with this realization that the fantasy world collapsed, and he was the first to wake up from the dream.

"So, this is the rebirth Joseph was so eager for," Kiran thought, a smirk tugging at his lips as he eyed the gemstones in his hand. He found it almost laughable, how far people would go for something so fake, sacrificing so many lives.