She Finally Knows I’m Dead

Sylvia’s influence reached far and wide. Suppressing the matter involving my mother would be as easy as snapping her fingers.Yet, she chose not to hide it from my father. She sat at home with perfect composure, as though she was luring him into a trap.Sure enough, my father knocked on her door the next day. His face was twisted with anguish as he sought justice for his wife of many years. However, he did not expect to be pinned to the floor the moment he stepped inside. “Why are you alone? Where’s Charles? Is he hiding from me because he’s so afraid that I’ll seek revenge?”Sylvia’s voice dripped with scorn, and she was oblivious to the flash of sorrow in my father’s eyes.I begged my father to stop hiding the truth. I no longer cared about love or having any regrets.Right then, I just wanted to trade my life for my family’s safety!Finally, my father seemed to come to his senses. Choking back sobs, he slowly reopened my family’s wounds. “Sylvia, you won’t get to wait for

Unexpectedly, as soon as my mother’s hand landed on the handle, someone else opened the door first. It was Sylvia’s parents. Both of them froze at the sight of her. It had been years since they last met. They never thought this once kind and cheerful woman would end up looking so destroyed.Mrs. Woods took my mother’s hand and started asking about her well-being. Her voice was filled with a strong sense of gratitude.However, she soon found that my mother had become mute.“Damona, what’s wrong with your voice?!”“Mom, don’t care about her! She’s like that because she was punished!”Sylvia pushed my mother aside with malicious intent and caused her to stumble. Then, she grabbed her mother’s hand and pulled her into the house.“Charles cruelly abandoned me back then. If I don’t punish his family, I won’t be able to let go of my hatred!”She spoke with righteous indignation, and she was completely oblivious to Mrs. Woods’s shock.“Damona’s voice... You did this?”“Yes. Who do

When Sylvia left the prison, a fine drizzle was falling from the sky.She walked without an umbrella and made frequent stops on the way to a cemetery her mother had mentioned earlier.My ashes were there, and my parents’ constant touching had worn out the photograph on my headstone.That day, she seemed to shed all the tears I had not allowed her to cry in the years before.Sylvia was drenched in the rain as she sat by my tombstone. Her expression was distant, and she seemed to be lost in thought.It reminded me of the first time I met her. She had been exactly like this.Sylvia was famously known in our faculty as the frail beauty. She was academically brilliant and courteous to everyone, but she was always clutching a bottle of medicine.During the second semester of freshman year, a boy from another college came to meet her. Her reputation drew him there, but little did he know that one meeting would make him fall for Sylvia.He began a relentless pursuit and cornered her un

After the trial, Sylvia was sentenced to five years in prison.Since her case was relatively important and it involved many people, there was a major internal reorganization after the lawsuit. As a result, many high-ranking officials had to leave, and they transferred all their hatred onto Sylvia.She did not have a good time in prison. Aside from other prisoners excluding her, the prison guards also targeted her.They would arrange for her to do the most difficult and tiring work. Then, they would withhold her meals and wages with various excuses.Whenever she could not bear it and chose to talk back, she would be beaten till she was forced to rest the case.I saw it many times. Sylvia would cover her wounds as she struggled to sleep in bed. She would call my name softly with tears in her eyes.She would say that she missed me very much.Back when I was with Sylvia, she also had many relapses, and she would be in similar pain.She had always been a strong person, but at that