The Deadly Charm

Part 33 : The Choice of No Return

The Last Chapter of Nuanphan

The sky above the large house in the garden was dark and gloomy, reflecting the sorrow of those attending the funeral. A gentle wind blew through the towering trees surrounding Nuanphan's home. The breeze carried the faint scent of incense up into the sky, as if her soul were journeying to a new realm.

After Nuanphan's body was discovered in her house, news of her death spread among her close friends. No one could explain the circumstances leading to her passing. She had been found in a quiet, peaceful state, as though she had simply fallen into an eternal sleep, but the coldness in the atmosphere hinted at the strangeness of what had occurred.

Her closest friends gathered at her home, now a funeral house. They were dressed in black, silent, and still, all of them still reeling from the shock. No one dared speak of what had truly happened, but an unspoken feeling of unease hung in the air, as though something sinister lurked beneath the surface.

In the middle of the living room stood a wooden coffin, surrounded by white flowers, symbolizing the purity and peace that everyone hoped Nuanphan would find in the next life. Beside the coffin sat a photograph of her, taken when she was still alive, her gentle smile and bright eyes now preserved only in memory—an image that could never be restored.

The monks' chanting filled the air, their prayers a source of peace and comfort. The sound echoed throughout the house, as if to cleanse the grief that weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Kongkiat sat among the mourners, staring at the coffin of the woman he had once loved. But now, he felt only emptiness. He couldn't find an answer for himself as to why everything had ended this way. Sorrow welled up within him, but beneath it lay a deep, lingering guilt.

As the monks concluded their chants, the guests slowly began to leave, until only Kongkiat remained with Nuanphan's coffin. He looked at it with vacant eyes before leaning in close to whisper softly, "I'm sorry, Nuanphan, but you don't have to be afraid. I will punish the one who did this to you."

With that, Kongkiat turned and walked out of the house, leaving behind his memories and his sorrow, as though he wanted to leave everything there. His eyes, however, burned with anger and determination.

Chanya and Kantrawee

The night in the big city was illuminated by the bright lights of tall buildings, but in Chanya's quiet room, silence reigned supreme. The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound breaking the stillness. Chanya sat comfortably on the sofa in a light white satin nightgown, looking across at Kantrawee, who sat opposite her. Kantrawee's face was filled with mixed emotions.

"Ya... Mr. Thee asked me for a divorce."

Those words felt like cold water being splashed into the room. Chanya paused for a moment, turning to look at Kantrawee with eyes full of surprise and doubt.

"What? He asked for a divorce? Why?"

"He knows the whole truth. He saw the clip... of me and you," Kantrawee said, smiling slightly.

"He already knows?" Chanya fell silent for a moment. Her eyes showed the thoughts clashing inside her mind.

"I feel... relieved. It's like I've been freed from something I've always wanted," Kantrawee confessed, looking at Chanya, her eyes shining with a joy she could no longer hide.

"Aren't you upset?" Chanya raised her eyebrows in doubt.

Kantrawee turned to look out the window, which framed the city sparkling in the night.