His True Love Faked Her Death To Have Me Killed

When I fell and broke the fish tank, the glass pieces pierced my carotid artery, but all I felt was relief.As my blood flowed, I focused on the message my colleague had sent me. "Lynn Gardner isn't dead! You didn't make any mistakes in the surgery back then. The Gardners were hellbent on framing you. They faked her death and sent her out of the country."I did not cause her death.When my eyes shut, my tears flowed down my cheeks like thorns scratching them.I had endured five years of torture, but all I got in return was this ridiculous truth. I had no idea whether to feel sad for my predicament or sorry for Camden Price, who had been drowning in sorrow and pain from losing the love of his life. He had never gotten over it.Lynn's surgery had cost me my entire life.Yet, in the end, it was all just a game to her.Today was the day I died.To Lynn, it was her fabulously grand wedding.A few days ago, I caught Camden staring at a picture on the news. He seemed to be in a daze.

"She has been relying on you all these years and using your money. She'll come crying to you after you cancel her cards."Camden agreed as well.After all, I had to pay a huge compensation to the Gardners after the surgical accident.I used up all my savings to pay them. My reputation had been compromised since the surgery, and the hospital had to transfer me to another position. The most I earned in a month was four thousand.There were still my house and car loans, which landed me in debt.Camden had been surprisingly generous when he was torturing me. I spent my days shifting between good days and bad days.If I did not die, canceling my cards would push me to the edge.I would even cry while begging for his forgiveness.Camden had imagined millions of possibilities, but my death never crossed his mind.Moreover, there was only one villa in our residential area. No one would discover I was dead.Now that I think about it, what a sad life I led.Camden went clubbing with Q

Camden broke down as he asked several times about this. He could not believe that I was dead.I found this strange. Why was he looking so sad instead of relieved when he heard I was dead? It used to be his wish to see me dead.What was the point of pretending right now?I watched speechlessly as his breathing quickened. He leaned against the wall to slowly sit on the ground.He re-added all methods of contacting me. After that, he kept repeating my number while calling me continuously. He was heartbroken as he cried when the voice on the other end informed him that my cell was turned off.I died, Camden.It had been quite a while since I died.I had died at home when you were hugging another woman while clubbing.Why are you putting up such an act when I was dead?I wanted to slap him, but my hand kept phasing right through his face. He did not feel any pain, and I did not manage to vent my anger.He cried for a very long time.Camden looked at my past messages to him.When

"Your wife orders a cake from us every year. This is the fifth year she has ordered from us, which is just in time for our bakery's anniversary. This is a little gift from us to you and your wife."The employee took out some mini cakes I had seen in their bakery previously. The box for the cakes was printed with words of blessing. They were meant to show blessings to couples to be together forever.The employee smiled and said, "Your wife used to ask about this cake and said she wished she could be with her husband forever, but our baker had been transferred to another location, and no one else knew how to make this cake. What a coincidence that our baker was transferred back in the fifth year. So, I thought to keep this for her." Camden reached out for the cakes. When he walked out of the bakery, his cell kept buzzing.The police station kept calling him, but he did not pick up.Camden continued eating the cakes one by one.When he finished them, he made another call to the num

"I have been feeling worried since the first day I realized I liked Camden. I know that this would be a burden to him. I can't tell him about it. I'll just hide this feeling in my heart."The date was November 26th, 2018."Camden accepted my love confession. Does he really love me? I hope he loves me. I'll love him with all I have too."The date was May 20th, 2019."Camden didn't pick up my calls or return my messages because he was getting engaged. I saw the woman he is in love with. She's so pretty. They look good together. She isn't very healthy, though. I'll do my best for her. Camden would be sad if anything happened to her."The date was July 19th, 2019."Lynn is dead. I did everything according to procedure. I really did my best. Did I kill her because I wasn't skilled enough?""She's gone. Camden is feeling miserable. He cried for such a long time. It hurts me to see him that way.""Why did he propose to me. He doesn't love me, does he? Does he love me?"My whole life