Semua Bab The 7th Rebirth: Revenge by Prophecy: Bab 1 - Bab 8

In the dead of night, a subtle sound jolted me awake.The heavy creak of the couch springs was followed by the faint, nearly imperceptible pad of slippers moving in the living room. My eyelids weighed down like lead bricks. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pry them open.Nancy's hushed voice came. "She took the pills. She's out cold. Yeah, two of them. Don't worry."I wondered who she was talking to."Just make sure you're ready on your end. I'll loosen the gas valve in a minute." She paused. "Remember to come 'save' her.""Save me?" My fingers twitched, trying to claw at the edge of my blanket, but my limbs were unresponsive.The sedative was kicking in with terrifying force, leaving my entire body paralyzed."Hurry up, Lorenzo. Don't drag this out," Nancy hissed into the receiver.I couldn't believe my ears.Lorenzo Myers was my childhood sweetheart, the guy who had stood by my side and helped me manage every painful detail after my mother passed away.I was fully, te

Lorenzo returned that afternoon, with Nancy slipping into the room right behind him and quietly clicking the door shut.Pulling a chair up to my bedside, he laid the stack of papers on the nightstand, uncapped a pen, and pressed it toward me."Gloria, just sign," he murmured, his voice deceptively smooth. "We can get the discharge paperwork finalized today."The only sound in the quiet room was the rhythmic tick-tick of my IV drip. I stared at the pen for a while, then reached out to take it, letting the sharp tip hover just an inch above the signature line.Lorenzo leaned in closer while Nancy remained at the door, her eyes fixed on my hand."Gloria?" Lorenzo prompted, his voice tightening. "Come on. Just sign your name."I gripped the pen and looked up to meet his gaze. "Nancy, what kind of medicine did you give me last night?"Nancy's practiced smile faltered. "Cold medicine. From your own nightstand drawer."My eyes narrowed. "Since when does cold medicine paralyze a person

On the day I was discharged, my mother's longtime friend, Laura Hayes, came to pick me up.The attorney wore metal-framed glasses and harbored the same quirk as my late mother—tucking a pen behind her ear.Once we were in the car, she handed me her phone to show the carrier call records.The timeline was clear: At 2:03 AM, Nancy dialed Lorenzo's number, keeping him on the line for seven minutes and twelve seconds.At 2:06 AM, the gas company's system logged an abnormal flow spike at my apartment that lasted for about four minutes. At 2:08 AM, Nancy's cell signal pinged a tower 300 yards away from my building."Three data points. The timeline matches perfectly," Laura said, putting the phone away. "The gas company issued a formal report. Those system logs can't be altered."I leaned back against the headrest and stared out the window. The pieces snapped into a terrifying sequence: the whispered call at 2:03, the rubber gloves twisting the valve at 2:06, and the heavy slam of the f

I didn't go to court the day the verdict came down.Laura called me, her voice steady and flat, as if she were reading a document she had gone over a hundred times before."Lorenzo was convicted of attempted murder, fraud, and forgery of a power of attorney. Combined sentence: seven years. Nancy cooperated fully and received three years' probation. She was released."I told Laura I understood.She paused, then added, "The 200,000 dollars have been repaid in full, principal plus interest. Lorenzo's family sold their old house to scrape the funds together."I thanked her and hung up....That night, I sat alone on the sofa in my mother's apartment.I left the main lights off, switching on only the floor lamp beside the coffee table. The warm yellow glow pooled across the back of my hand.I looked down at my right thumb. The skin was completely clean.The red ink from that afternoon had been washed away long ago, but I still vividly remembered the sensation—the icy touch of the