Chapter 6
On my wedding day, she had come to me deliberately, flaunting her victory.
She said the person Allen had always loved was her, that our marriage was nothing more than a convenient arrangement to appease his family. I couldn’t hold back and argued with her, but she didn’t bother with words–she tore my wedding dress apart
with her bare hands.
Luckily, the skirt was wide enough to hide the damage, and none of the guests noticed. Otherwise, making a scene at the wedding would have been inevitable. But after my death, she was still twisting the truth to her advantage.
I hated her.
I hated that I died too soon. I hated that I never saw through her facade while I was alive. I had given her the chance to hurt me
and to hurt my mother.
I shouted with all my strength from the sidelines, begging Allen not to be fooled by her innocent face. But he couldn’t hear me, and he couldn’t see the fury churning in my eyes.
Fortunately, his mind was too preoccupied with my condition to pay her any attention. He brushed Sadie’s hand away, forcing her
back onto the hospital bed.
“What happened is in the past. There’s no need to bring it up again. Get some rest. I have something to attend to, but I’ll make sure the doctors keep an eye on you,” he said. Without sparing her another glance, he turned and walked out of the ward.
My body had been discovered by his assistant.
By the time Allen arrived at the operating room, a crowd of medical staff had already gathered.
Allen shoved his way through without a word, his bloodshot eyes wild with panic. I had never seen him lose control like that before. It was a pity, though–the first time he truly showed his emotions for me was after I had already drawn my last breath.
For years, I had wished I could stir his heart the way Sadie did. And now, after all those years of longing, I finally had my answer.
But it was too late.
He stopped in front of the operating table and reached out to lift the white cloth covering my face. But his hand froze midway.
