All Chapters of Till Death Do Us Part… Me First: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Jameson, I'm dying. Please... help me," I begged over the phone. Jameson Rhodes frowned at the other end. "Mia, Isabella's competition is today. Can you stop bothering me?" I'd always been the calm and quiet type. Even now, hearing his sharp voice, mine softened involuntarily. "But... today is our wedding." He let out a sigh, heavy and impatient. "So what? It's just a wedding. If you're going to die, hurry up and die. Don't get in the way of me watching her race." My voice caught in my throat. "I really..." ...am dying. But before I could finish, he cut me off. "Mia, your life isn't worth a damn. Even if you died, it wouldn't matter." Then the call ended. I stared at the phone, listening to the flat, endless dial tone. Tears slipped down my cheeks. I thought I had grown numb to pain, thought I could accept my fate with grace. But I was wrong. Even I could still cry out of sheer unwillingness. My face, once delicately made up as a bride's, was now a mess of smeared

Jameson's voice burned with anger. Normally, I would've just kept quiet.And if I didn't respond, his anger would usually fade on its own.So when he didn't hear a sound from me, he wasn't surprised.He shoved the door open and kept ranting as he walked in. "Mia, you know what your biggest flaw is? You're too petty! Isabella is your sister, for god's sake. What's wrong with me going to support her at such an important competition like MB?"He yanked off his tie. "And you think threatening me with death is gonna scare me? Let me tell you something, Mia. Even if you're really dead, it'd serve you right. No one's gonna pity someone who doesn't value their life if they die!"My fingers curled tighter and tighter as I listened. The disappointment rose up in waves, swelling past my skin, pressing out from my very soul.How could he say something like that, like a curse?He didn't seem to notice anything strange. Yelling into the air like that—it was almost comical.'But Jameson, I wa

These past few days, I hadn't been home.Jameson's life had turned into a mess. He barely touched breakfast, eating just a few bites to get by.The way he said it carried a subtle accusation."Mia, you…"Jameson stopped in his tracks. There was no sign of me in the hospital room.I followed his gaze and saw Isabella chatting and laughing with a nurse. Their conversation halted the moment they noticed him at the door.Jameson's expression shifted when he saw who it was. He forced himself to act composed as he walked in. "Isabella, it's you?"Isabella smiled. "It's an important day. Dad's being discharged. Of course, I came. You mentioned Mia just now. Has she come back?"Jameson shook his head.Isabella glanced at the time. "It's still early. Maybe there's traffic. Mia's always been filial—she'll come."Jameson's eyes softened.That was what he admired most about Isabella. She could be strong, but also gentle. Unlike Mia, who was delicate and aloof—quick to throw a tantrum whe

I stood frozen, watching with the weightless horror of a ghost as my headless body knelt in twisted reverence, its lifeless fingers curled around the base of the cross like a sinner begging for absolution.My body—what was left of it—was in a terrible state. Rot had spread across much of the skin, and the stump of my neck was a gory mess of flesh and dried blood. It was a sight no one should have to witness, yet the room had already erupted into murmurs and whispers.Marcus, seeing the scene, rushed over and pulled out his phone to call the police.Jameson quickly stepped in front of Isabella, shielding her. "Isabella, don't look."But Isabella remained calm. She patted the top of his head gently. "It's okay. Why should the living fear the dead?"As she spoke, her gaze drifted toward my lifeless body, lips curling slightly at the corners.Beneath the massive crucifix, a headless woman knelt in prayer. The contrast was grotesque and solemn all at once. Around us, the commotion gre

Jameson spoke with quiet conviction, clearly unaware that there could be anything wrong with what he'd just said.Marcus looked at him like he was seeing something truly incomprehensible. "How little do you actually know her?"I didn't know how Marcus found out that I liked the color purple.But Jameson's reaction was disappointing.Back then, to celebrate my eighteenth birthday, he'd skipped class a week before exams, sneaking off without telling his father. He'd even taken his father's private jet to another country just to buy me that bracelet.I still remembered how he returned, looking exhausted, pulling the bracelet from his coat like it was treasure, holding it up in front of me with a grin. "Happy eighteenth, Mia."That memory had existed—clearly, solidly. So why… why didn't he remember it?I clutched the place where my heart used to beat. There was only a void now, like something had pierced right through, leaving a hollow for the wind to rush in.I'd accepted the betr