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He said, but I didn't respond; he has been saying that since I remember, and I never needed anything to the point of asking Dahlia to call him. I continued watching my series; it was fascinating. Bollywood TV series is very entertaining, and what's more, is that they never finish. Once one is done, another will start, and they were all so good. I've been following them for the past few days now, and I couldn't get enough of them. That's why I wake up very early and go to bed late—I didn’t want to miss any of them.

After she killed us, Keyla stuffed our bodies into dirt-crusted sacks and tossed us in a sewage ditch. Rain took care of the evidence. If some random scavenger hadn't caught a whiff, we might've stayed lost forever. I wanted to see Edmond's reaction. He pulled on his lab coat and gave a quiet, solemn nod to the corpses. It was the first time I watched him work. First time I saw how he could talk to a corpse for hours but couldn't even say "I'm tired" to me. Like I was some kind of poison that made him shut down.

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

That little bitch! God she was so impolite, rude, and she carried herself like she co-founded KB TECH. With my big oversized loose t-shirt, I sit in front of my TV, watching The Walking Dead. Today's my day off and I likely don't have anywhere else to go either. I'm bored, angry, pissed, and worst case scenario, horny. Yup, I'm horny.

"Hey! Gimme!!" "No!" "Gimme!" "No!" "Damien!" "You've eaten enough for the day!" "No! I want more!" "No!" "Please!" "Shut up!" Ashleigh gasped dramatically. "Did you just tell me to shut up?" "Yeah I did," he smiled warmly. "So shut up." Ashleigh rolled her eyes then grabbed the bowl of popcorn from him. "Thanks again for Movie Monday, I really needed this break." "You've been studying really hard for these exams and we haven't had time for us so I thought why not."

I was more like a movie or series person. I was the master of binge-watching. For the first time, I discovered this talent of mine was when I was in my sophomore year of college. I remember the night when I finished watching Breaking Bad in three days. All five seasons and sixty-two episodes were done in three nights and three days. That’s a different thing that I didn’t sleep at all in that three days, after I finished the series, I slept for a solid twenty hours, and my roommate at that time, which was evil Hailey, yeah, the cheater one, thought I was dead.

(Sophia’s POV) The walls displayed a monotonous beige tone while the air carried a subtle disinfectant scent. My monitors emitted a steady beep pattern while nurses shuffled occasionally outside. I sighed dramatically shifting on the hospital bed but no matter how I positioned myself I felt like a restless toddler forced to take a nap. "This place is so boring," I complained while extending my arms overhead. Alexander, seated next to me, maintained his focus on the laptop screen without lifting his gaze. Sophia, this place is a medical institution," he remarked with a dry tone. The design intention never aimed for excitement. ”

"Good. Now, can we please watch something less depressing than house renovations? I need mindless entertainment." I laughed, grateful for the subject change. "What did you have in mind?" "How about that new zombie series everyone's talking about? Nothing says 'forget your boy problems' like watching people get eaten alive." "Sounds perfect."

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

She eventually dropped out of school and died of depression. Meanwhile, the true culprit, Owen, took my place and became the youngest professor in the university. My wife, Bertha, completely ignored our daughter, obsessed only with her first love, Owen. A week had passed before our neighbors noticed the stench of Leah's dead body. Thinking of it now, I felt as though my heart were bleeding. How could Bertha treat Leah, the daughter I cherished so much, that way? The two of them leaned against each other. Bertha was still trying to persuade, even threaten, me.