Galaxy Between Us Novel – On the day Aria was taken away, Lucas was out celebrating with friends, completely unaware of her danger. In the midst of her fading consciousness, a soft and ethereal voice whispered in her ear: “Your attachment to this world is too deep, preventing you from moving on.
Out of compassion, you are granted half a month back among the living to settle your lingering ties.” Aria thought it was just a hallucination caused by her weakened state. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself aboard a luxurious cruise ship named Celestial Love. A large banner caught her attention: “Congratulations to Lucas on starting a new chapter!” The ship buzzed with flashing lights, loud music, and reveling crowds.
Aria’s ticker twisted painfully — this ship had once been a symbol of her and Lucas’ union. Lost in thought, she was startled by a cold, angry voice: “Aria Bennett, how dare you show up!” Before she could react, a strong hand seized her wrist. Lucas stood before her, his gaze filled with icy disdain. The crowd around them murmured and exchanged curious glances.
“Didn’t they say she was taken away? How is she still alive?” “Maybe it was all just a stunt to hold onto Lucas.” Aria opened her mouth to speak but was immediately silenced by Lucas’ cold demeanor. Just as the tension peaked, a gentle female voice intervened: “Lucas, please… not here.” Following the voice, Aria turned and saw her adoptive sister, Nora Bennett, approaching with a warm smile. Nora took Aria’s hand softly and said: “Ria, it’s such a relief to see you safe.
If our parents knew you were alive, they’d be so happy. If anything troubles you, just tell me — your sister will always be here for you.” Aria looked at them — at their closeness — and felt a bitter ache rise in her thorax. She once fought fiercely for the love and recognition of her family and husband, only to be left with nothing but heartache. She remembered, during her captivity, how she had made desperate phone calls seeking help.
Her father had not answered. Her mother, upon hearing her voice, had responded coldly. Lucas… she had called him eight times, and every call had gone unanswered. The memories stung, but Aria only lowered her gaze. Without a word, she reached out and removed the prayer beads from Lucas’ wrist — the very beads she had once braved a snowstorm to bless for him at Ashford Chapel. The beads scattered, just like her love — broken and drifting away with the wind.