Chapter 8

Nicole picked up her phone and called Tristan.

"Hello? Nicky, what’s up?"

"Are you coming home today?"

"I’ve got a lot on my plate at work. I probably won’t make it back tonight."

"Alright."

Nicole hung up, her voice calm as she murmured to herself, "Tristan, I gave you one last chance to see me, and you chose not to take it. So, this is goodbye—forever."

She called for the housekeeper and instructed her to bring their bed down to the yard.

"Bring me a torch.”

The housekeeper froze, thinking she must have misheard.

"Ma’am, what did you say?"

She had assumed Nicole wanted the bed cleaned or aired out.

"I said, bring me a torch," Nicole repeated, her face emotionless.

The housekeeper hesitated for only a moment before rushing off to fetch it.

Nicole took the torch without hesitation and set the bed ablaze.

The sheets, the bed, and everything they had bought together during their first year of marriage went up in flames, reduced to ashes.

The housekeeper stood silently nearby, too stunned to ask why, her eyes fixed on the fire.

"Tristan, consider this my parting gift to you," Nicole said coldly.

Watching the fire die out, she let out a bitter laugh. It was over—everything was truly over.

The next evening, Lisa arrived as promised.

She pulled up in the Ferrari Tristan had gifted her, her flashy entrance drawing the attention of everyone passing by.

Nicole smirked. This was exactly what she wanted—to put Lisa squarely in the spotlight, with nowhere to hide.

"You’re here?"

"Make it quick. I’m exhausted. My boyfriend and I have been busy all night and day, and I’m really worn out," Lisa replied with a smirk, casually tilting her head to reveal the marks on her neck.

Nicole remained unmoved, her expression calm despite Lisa’s provocative demeanor.

"Pass a message to Tristan for me," Nicole said, her voice steady as she articulated each word. "Tell him... I hate him."

"What?" Lisa frowned, confused by her tone.

"Why don’t you tell him yourself?"

After all, she was here to assert her dominance, not play messenger.

"Because I’m about to die."

The next second, she climbed onto the railing, standing precariously at the edge of the bridge.

Lisa froze, startled, and instinctively reached out to grab her. "What are you doing? You’re not serious about jumping, are you? If you’re going to kill yourself, go ahead, but don’t drag me into this!"

Before Nicole could jump, her phone rang.

"Miss Snow, your post-mortem service is now active. We’ve arrived at the location, and everything is ready. Shall we proceed immediately?"

Nicole let out a cold laugh. "Yes, I’m on my way."

She threw the phone to the ground, pried Lisa’s hand off her arm, and jumped.

Lisa stood frozen in shock as the sound of a loud splash echoed. The water, thirty meters below, exploded into a burst of white foam.

Nicole struggled against the current for a few moments before vanishing beneath the surface.

For a brief moment, Lisa could only stare, her mind blank. The sight of Nicole’s sudden death left her trembling. As a crowd began to gather, Lisa didn’t wait. She got into her car and sped away.

The moment Nicole hit the water, memories flashed before her eyes.

Her body sank deeper and deeper, the sunlight above fading until it disappeared entirely.

Finally, she was free from her past, free from Tristan’s lies and deceit.

She would die, and in doing so, she would make Tristan regret it for the rest of his life. He would carry the weight of her death, haunted by guilt forever.

Nicole believed that only in death would she find her rebirth.