11
The anniversary dinner reservation was
empty.
Mark brought Sarah’s remains home, placing
her on a chaise lounge in the garden.
The servants fled in fear.
Vivian left too, taking all the Jiang Group’s
liquid assets.
She left a final message: “Those who betray
true love will pay a thousandfold. Mark, you
deserve this. Live with your regrets for the
rest of your life!”
She called the police.
Mark refused to let anyone in. The police had
to force the lock.
Despite his frantic resistance, the police
forcibly removed him.
He struggled, shouting, “Don’t touch her,
she’s resting, don’t let her leave me!”
Had he gone insane?
He spent his days with Sarah’s remains, but
even in the darkest night, Sarah’s ghost never
appeared in his dreams, probably hating him
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intensely.
He tried various methods to revive her.
A Taoist priest said she died with resentment,
a mother and child lost, turning into a
vengeful spirit.
He laughed. Even if she became a vengeful
spirit, he would wait, as long as she came
back.
In prison, he was brought into the
interrogation room wearing a silver bracelet.
He confessed to everything without
hesitation, his gaze indifferent, as if he were
going to his death.
The police handed him a document.
After a long while, he stared at the paternity
test result and wept.
According to the DNA test, the unborn child I
carried was Mark’s.
He was sentenced to life imprisonment; he
laughed freely before everyone.
In prison, staring at the bars, one night he used a sharpened toothbrush to slit his
throat.
He died with wide open eyes. He must have
seen me, filled with guilt and fear.
Later, my ashes were properly buried by the
assistant, between my parents‘ tombstones.
Mom and Dad, we’ll meet again in the next
life.
