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I guess we will see. She gave all of herself to me to save my life. As thankful as I am for that, what she failed to realize is I don't have a life without her in it. She was my world and my life. I lay in the bed with her and cry. She gave her life for mine and I feel terrible because I can't even leave the room for her. My heart feels like it's breaking more and more and I know for sure this is what death feels like. I know I am dying, but when I found her story I knew I had to finish it for her. She lived a too extraordinary life for her last moment not to be recorded.'

Until death, chapter 39 Imperial conclusion and gratitude Everything seems peaceful, but the early morning air is blowing my long silver hair backwards. I dragged in a deep breath to calm my nerves, and the air gushed through my nostrils and mouth at the same time, which went down my throat.

His conscience wouldn’t let him. “Yes, I knew her.” He let himself be carried away by his emotion. “We talked for only a few minutes before she was killed.” He noticed Lawrence’s eyes widened at his response. “Before she was killed?” he mouthed in disbelief, taking a moment to draw meaning from that phrase. And just then, Kevin realized he had made a mistake—a costly one at that. “How exactly did she die?” came the inevitable question. The question cut him to the quick, and for a long second, he was awfully quiet. Kevin struggled to collect his wits. “She was disembowelled by T-Murek,” he finally answered, hesitantly.

Instead, it reflects my surface on the mirror that is in front of me. The girl in front of me is broken. Her eyes looked lifeless. Blank. Her face is emotionless, ready to fight everything that comes in her way. I want to die...... but I promised him. She is just breathing not living. He asked me to live happily but didn't he know that I am lifeless...... Didn't he know that I am nothing without him. Before I could think anything further there was a knock on the door. "Come in Ethan."I said. Ethan opened the door. He came in and asked, " How do you know it was me?"

My death, the concealment of my death from the world, and the perfect hiding for the murderer… "Alright, I get it." She reached out to wipe the tears from her face and returned to the elegant look. "I will remember that." Charles and Derek were relieved to see that. I was watching everything that happened from the side. It did not matter to me. I knew long ago that they did not love me. Even so, why did my heart still hurt? The next day, Susan went to the crematorium alone and collected my ashes. She did not go home directly but went to the orphanage where I was found.

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

I pulled up the video from that online post and showed it to her. Sophia's face turned pale, and she was left speechless. Eventually, she lowered her head and turned to leave, but then she stopped at the door. "Would you believe me if I told you that I never understood how much you meant to me until I lost you?" "It doesn't matter anymore, Sophia. Whatever I felt for you is already gone." Just after I closed the door, the noise came from outside my bedroom. Samantha Carter poked her head out, hair tousled and eyes sleepy. "I can smell the food," she murmured.

All my men kept saying she was the wettest woman they've ever touched. Zack no longer could contain his fury and hatred upon hearing that. He rushed toward the man. However, he was no match for a drug dealer who had lived through hell and back. The man sent Zack flying with just a kick. Blood trickled down the corner of Zack's mouth as he collapsed hard onto the ground. My heart ached. I rushed over to stand in front of Zack, wanting to stop the man. Yet, his fist went straight through my body. Only then did I remember that I was already dead, with only a lingering soul left.

“I killed her.” The world shattered around me. “No,” I whispered, my mind racing, denial clawing at me as I struggled to process his words. “No, that… that can’t be true.” He stepped closer, his eyes locked onto mine, his gaze steady, unflinching. “She trusted me, just as you do. And when the moment came, I tore her open. I watched the blood spill, heard her screams fade. It was… beautiful.” A wave of nausea crashed over me, the room spinning as I stumbled back, bile rising in my throat. “You… killed her?” My voice cracked, barely more than a whisper. “You… murdered her?”

His mother's words were gospel to him, and the more he mulled over them, the more he was convinced he had to confront Rowena, even if it meant ending her life. As fate would have it, Rowena was being pushed out by the doctor, clamoring for me to take the baby. The others recoiled from the lifeless infant, desperate for it to be someone else's problem. Not me, though. I had faced that horror in a previous life; the shock of a stillborn had already scarred me once. 'But why should I?' I pondered. I confronted Rowena, "Why should I be the one to take your child?"