Beseeched 355 Summary


    In Chapter 355 of “Beseeched,” titled “What He Deserved,” Ethan grapples with the overwhelming guilt and despair stemming from the engagement to Roxanne, which he believed would protect Dawn. Despite his intentions, he realizes that his actions have only led to more pain for Dawn, causing him deep emotional turmoil. As he navigates his feelings, Ethan’s fa?ade of normalcy crumbles, leading him to drown his sorrows in alcohol, which further alienates him from his loved ones.


    Ethan’s mother, Tara, arrives to find him in a disheveled state, surrounded by empty bottles and consumed by his grief. Her frustration and concern for her son are palpable as she confronts him about his destructive behavior. She tries to remind him of the people who care about Dawn and the pain they are experiencing, urging him to reconsider his self-destructive path. Despite her attempts to reach him, Ethan remains distant and dismissive, lost in his own misery.


    As Tara leaves, Ethan is left alone in his empty apartment, haunted by memories of better times and the weight of his current reality. The chapter captures his struggle between despair and the faint hope of Dawn’s return, as he reflects on his past and the choices that led him to this moment. The emotional turmoil ispounded when he returns to work, where he faces Austin, who is filled with rage and demands answers about Dawn’s whereabouts, intensifying Ethan’s feelings of guilt and helplessness.


    The chapter effectively portrays Ethan’s internal conflict and the consequences of his decisions, highlighting the themes of love, loss, and the struggle for redemption. As tensions rise with Austin’s confrontation, Ethan’s fragile state isid bare, leaving readers to wonder how he will navigate the challenges ahead and whether he can find a way to heal from the pain he has caused.Continue Regr Chapter Reading Below


    **Chapter 355: What He Deserved**


    “That simply indicates that the forces backing her are far more merciless than you could ever imagine.”


    Ethan’s lips curled into a humorless semnce of a smile, a fleeting gesture that barely masked the turmoil within. “That’s precisely why I consented to the engagement.”


    To uncover the truth, he realized he needed to first earn Roxanne’s trust.


    In his naivety, he had believed Jonathan would be a shield for Dawn.


    He had thought that by agreeing to the engagement, Roxanne would refrain fromying a finger on her.


    Everything had been meticulously orchestrated, every detail ounted for.


    Yet, in the end, it was Dawn who bore the brunt of the suffering.


    Ethan’s strikingly beautiful eyes—those warm, almond-shaped orbs—were now clouded with anguish, a pain so profound it felt as though it had seeped into the very fabric of his being. It was unbearable, a weight pressing down on his heart.


    Three dayster, Ethan was finally released from the sterile confines of the hospital.


    Outwardly, everyone assumed he had reconciled with reality, that he was prepared to step back into the rhythm of normal life.


    But that was merely a fa?ade, a thin veneer that concealed the chaos within.


    By day, he donned the mask of normalcy, trudging off to work as if nothing had transpired. By night, he sumbed to the numbing embrace of alcohol, drowning his sorrows in a haze of forgetfulness.


    Whatever remnants of humanity he had left evaporated into thin air. His once-bright smile had vanished, leaving behind a hollow shell.


    When Tara arrived at his apartment, she flung open the door, only to be assaulted by the overwhelming stench of stale alcohol. Her nose crinkled in disgust as she snapped, “Ethan, what on earth are you doing?”


    Silence enveloped the room like a thick fog.


    Hannah had returned to the Jackson Estate, leaving this ce feeling deste and cold, echoing with the absence of warmth.


    Tara stepped inside, her heart heavy, and grabbed the trash can standing forlornly against the wall. As she moved through the disheveled house, she began collecting empty bottles that littered the floor, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. It wasn’t long before the bin was overflowing, a testament to her son’s reckless behavior.


    Finally, she found Ethan, slumped in the middle of the living room, looking utterly defeated. He resembled a man devoid of any strength, chugging straight from a bottle as if he were amon drunkard on the streets.


    “Drink, drink, drink—that’s all you ever do!” she eximed, her voiceced with anger and concern.


    With a swift motion, she snatched the bottle from his grasp and tossed it into the trash with a resounding clunk.


    “Ethan, has something sinistertched onto you? Should I call a priest to exorcise the demons that seem to have taken over your life?”


    Tara had nurtured him with her own hands, and while she understood he was a hopeless romantic, she hadn’t realized he was a romantic devoid of any sense.


    Her gaze bore into Ethan, disappointment and frustration swirling in her eyes.


    But he remained motionless, not even granting her the courtesy of a nce.


    Suddenly, Tara felt a stinging sensation in her nose, but she steeled herself, determined to maintain herposure. “Do you honestly believe you’re the only one suffering over Dawn? The Osbornes raised her as if she were their own flesh and blood. Sandra adored her like a true daughter—don’t you think they’re hurting as well? And what about her Uncle Austin? I heard he just returned from an overseas trip. For all you know, he could be at your doorstep tomorrow, ready to confront you, and here you are, wallowing in your own misery.”


    She had only intended to deliver the news, never anticipating finding him in such a pitiful state.


    Her son appeared like a washed-up old man, lost and broken.


    Ethan slowly lifted his gaze, his voice raspy as he uttered, “Go, Mom.”


    “Go where?”


    “Back to your ce.”


    Tara fell silent, her heart aching at his dismissive tone.


    She wanted to unleash a torrent of curses upon him—her mouth even moved, forming the words that refused to escape. Then, she caught sight of her son, staring at the bottle in his hand, whispering, “It’s only when I’m drunk that I can see her.”


    “Well, perhaps you should have considered that earlier,” she retorted, a mix of pity and frustration coursing through her.


    Taking a few deep breaths to steady herself, she tried to keep her voice calm. “Listen, you haven’t found her yet, right? So maybe—just maybe—Dawn was rescued. What if she’s out there, alive, and one day she returns? Do you honestly think she would want to see you like this?”


    Ethan hesitated, and for a fleeting moment, it seemed as if her words were piercing through the fog of despair clouding his mind.


    Tara let out a quiet sigh of relief, hoping to reach him. “Ethan, good-looking men have their worth, you know? You’re already a few years older than Dawn. If you continue to self-destruct like this, you’ll end up looking like a worn-out old man. Just look at yourself—your beard is aplete mess. How do you expect to be her husband looking like that?”


    She continued to ramble, unsure of how much of her words were actually sinking in.


    Whatever resonated, she hoped it would stick.


    Even as his mother, Tara had to concede that Ethan had always been headstrong. He had been fiercely independent since childhood, never giving the adults a moment of worry.


    She convinced herself that he simply needed time to process everything.


    After giving the ce a quick tidying up, she finally headed out to her car, leaving him to wallow in his solitude.


    Ethan remained sprawled on the couch, a ghost of his former self. He hadn’t slept in his own bed for days, the house echoing with an emptiness that felt suffocating. Yet, somehow, Tara’s presence lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what once was.


    As he shut his eyes, memories of his childhood and the moments leading up to now yed in his mind like a vivid film, each scene more painful than thest.


    Somewhere between the realms of sleep and wakefulness, it felt as if she had returned, wrapping him in aforting embrace.


    The following day, Ethan dragged himself to the office, his body heavy with fatigue.


    The instant he stepped through the door, a gust of wind whipped past him, and he instinctively flinched. Looking up, he was met with Austin, standing there like a storm ready to unleash chaos, his eyes zing with fury.


    “Mr. Osborne!”


    Tony walked in just in time to witness the brewing storm, his breath catching in his throat.


    He quickly set down the coffee he was holding and rushed over, desperate to diffuse the tension. “I thought you promised me you’d handle this like adults? What happened to ying fair?”


    Austin didn’t spare a nce at Tony, his icy re locked onto Ethan as he spat, “You think he deserves a calm conversation? No—what he deserves is a damn beating.”


    He had deceived and manipted her into marrying him, and now look at the aftermath—how long had it been? Not even six months.


    “I’m asking you—where the hell is Dawn?”


    Ethan’s breathing grewbored, a storm of emotions raging within him. He kept his gaze fixed downward, his voice barely a whisper as he addressed Tony, “Get out.”


    “Boss—”


    “Get. Out.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    Tony let out a quiet sigh, retreating with a final nce at Austin that seemed to say, My boss is still shattered. Please, take it easy on him.Conclusion


    In the aftermath of the chaos, Ethan found himself at the crossroads of despair and redemption. The weight of his choices hung heavily upon him, a constant reminder of the pain he had inadvertently inflicted on those he cared about. As he faced the fury of Austin, the man who had once been a mere acquaintance now stood as a symbol of the consequences of his actions. The storm brewing within him mirrored the tempest outside; he was a man caught in the throes of guilt, longing for absolution yet paralyzed by his own demons. Each breath felt like a battle, a struggle against the suffocating realization that he had not only lost Dawn but had also betrayed the trust of those who had believed in him.


    Yet, amid the turmoil, a flicker of hope began to emerge. Tara’s words echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder that perhaps there was still a chance for redemption. The thought of Dawn, alive and waiting for him, ignited a spark within Ethan—a desperate need to reim not just her, but also the man he had once been. As he faced the storm embodied by Austin, he realized that he could no longer hide behind the bottle or the fa?ade of indifference. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but it was a path he was now willing to tread. With each step, he would confront the shadows of his past, striving to transform his anguish into a force for change, not just for himself, but for the love he had nearly lost.What to Expect in Next Chapter?


    What to Expect in the Next Chapter?


    As tensions mount, the aftermath of Ethan’s choices will reverberate through his life and the lives of those around him. With Austin’s fury simmering just beneath the surface, readers can expect a confrontation that will not only test Ethan’s resolve but also force him to confront the consequences of his actions head-on. Will he remain the broken man drowning in regret, or will he find the strength to stand up for himself and those he loves? The stakes are higher than ever, and the fragile threads of trust and loyalty will be put to the ultimate test.


    Meanwhile, the mystery surrounding Dawn’s fate loomsrger than life. Ethan’s desperate hope for her return will sh with the harsh reality of his current situation, and the question of whether she is truly lost or still fighting for her freedom will haunt him. As secrets begin to unravel and new alliances form, Ethan may find unexpected allies in the most unlikely of ces. The next chapter promises to delve deeper into the emotional turmoil that has consumed him, while also exploring the potential for redemption and the possibility of reiming the life he once had. Prepare for a whirlwind of emotions, revtions, and a battle for both love and survival that will leave readers on the edge of their seats.


    Sara Lili


    <strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.