Chapter 8
At that moment, all the memories of me surrounding him with laughter, caring for his every need, turned into daggers piercing his chest.
The pain made it hard to breathe.
In a daze, he recalled our first meeting.
I stood beneath a painting of sunset glow, gazing up at a girl in a white dress dancing in the picture.
In that moment, I seemed to merge with the painting, making his heart race uncontrollably.
I was supposed to be the girl of his dreams, his destined wife. How had things changed? How had we reached this point?
It was his blind confidence and the repeated hurts and bias he showed me that gradually dimmed the light in my eyes.
He had always believed we had all the time in the world to be together forever.
But his relationship with Vivian was forever separated by social taboos, so he wanted to give all his love and care to this girl he had carefully nurtured, until she married someone else and he could wholeheartedly devote himself to me.
But now, he finally understood how terribly wrong he’d been.
I was dead. There would be no future for us.
The heavy weight of grief and regret nearly crushed him.
With strength from who knows where, he suddenly ran madly toward the building.
“Sophia…”
Vivian, who had just arrived, saw Ethan’s frenzied state and rushed to embrace him. “Uncle, don’t be like this. Sophia is gone, but you still have me. I’ll be with you forever.”
Ethan violently shoved her away, roaring with bloodshot eyes, “She’s not dead! Who told you to curse
her? She can’t die. She loves me too much. How could she bear to leave me…”
Vivian stood frozen. She had never seen Ethan so out of control–before, he wouldn’t even say a harsh
word to her.
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She bit her lip, a flash of bitter resentment crossing her eyes.
She moved closer again, trying her usual tactics of acting cute and pitiful, but he coldly pushed her away. “I didn’t like you. Stay away from me from now on.”
Ethan kept vigil until nightfall, until a firefighter brought him a blackened bracelet.
It was a gift he’d given me on our first anniversary–the only gift I’d received from him in five years. I had treasured it, never taking it off even for a moment.
His hands trembled as he took it, tears finally falling uncontrollably onto the bracelet.
“Sophia…”
He collapsed to his knees, crying out in despair.
The next moment, he coughed up blood and his tall frame crumpled to the ground.
