Chapter 7
Chapter 7
I cried and told him that I didn’t.
I didn’t follow him; it was just a coincidence.
Paul closed his eyes. “Do you think I would still believe your words? Your actions these days make me sick!”
“If you hadn’t followed me, you wouldn’t have been taken hostage, and that child wouldn’t have been taken with you. You killed him! Don’t you feel guilty at all?”
Paul hated me.
He asked me why it wasn’t me who died, but someone else.
I suffered from psychological trauma and was afraid to see the light or people.
When Paul didn’t come back, I would sit at
home all day, often having hallucinations.
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I called Paul and told him that I seemed to be
sick, that I seemed to see his dad and mom, along with my dad, all sitting together chatting and drinking coffee.
On the other end of the phone came Kyra’s slightly embarrassed voice.
“Ah, sorry, are you Paul’s wife? He’s taking a shower now. Why don’t you call back when he’s finished?”
It was then that I found out that Kyra, Paul’s favorite senior schoolmate in college, had returned to the country.
He had spent the past month with Kyra.
He was there for Kyra, helping her find a job and a place to live. They were always
together.
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When he got drunk, he also called Kyra.
To this day, I still don’t understand why Kyra called me on the night Paul was drunk and asked me to take Paul home.
Paul, drunk, mistook me for Kyra.
It was also that time that I conceived Terry.
Having known that I was pregnant, my hallucinations became rare.
I told Paul that I was pregnant, not to bind him with this child.
No matter how many times I explained, he refused to listen and didn’t come home.
Now, I’m finally dead.
He should be happy, right?
Finally, I wouldn’t stand in his way anymore.
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For several days, Paul had been following up on the case.
He looked at the portrait of Kyra in his hand and frowned.
He finally realized something was wrong.
Paul went to Kyra’s place as if he knew the way well.
At Kyra’s house downstairs, he passed by a middle–aged man.
That man…
The murder!
I shouted and roared in the air.
Paul didn’t react at all.
The image of that afternoon surfaced in front
of me with this man’s face.
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He somehow got the key to my house, opened the door, and dragged me back to the room.
My Terry… was killed by him!
My soul quickly heated up, and I felt a tearing pain bursting from the depths of my soul, as if to tear me into countless pieces.
Paul, run!
The moment they passed by, the man pulled out a dagger behind Paul and stabbed him fiercely!