The car sped away as Anna walked in front of me. She patted my cheek and murmured, “Useless.”
She dug her fingers into my bloody shoulder and smeared the blood all over her face and legs. When she was satisfied, she lay down next to me. I was in so much pain that I couldn’t think straight.
He didn’t spare a single glance at me, although I was the one who was lying on the ground and in so much pain that my complexion had turned a ghostly white.
I could only stare at Wales’ back. Anna’s head was resting against his shoulder, and she shot me a wicked grin. She didn’t need to say anything for me to understand her message. Wales had chosen her, and she was the victor.
I was eventually sent to the hospital by the driver. After being dragged across the road, I had suffered injuries on my shoulder and face. It would take some time before they would fully heal.
When I opened TikTok, I came across a picture of Anna’s finger that was wrapped in a bandaid. The attached caption read, “Thank God you’re okay. I swear I’ll never let you get hurt again.”
I had no more tears left in me from how much I had been crying the last few days. While Wales was busy worrying about the possibility of Anna’s tiny scratch on her finger leaving a scar, he completely forgot about his bride that he was going to marry in a few days time.
The accident had nearly left me with a permanently scarred face.
I received a message from Wales that read, “Anna got hurt. She’s my employee, so I’m going to stay with her in the hospital to take care of her for the next few days. You should rest at home. I’ll see you at the wedding. Love you.”
I found that I hardly felt any pain in my heart. All that was left was a feeling of numbness.
I replied coldly, “Okay. I’ve prepared a surprise for you at the wedding.”
Wales replied that he was looking forward to the surprise, but I didn’t respond.
The faking-death service’s car with a fake licence plate was already waiting at the entrance of the house. I handed them a USB drive that had Wales and Anna’s videos and voice recordings on it, reminding them to play the recordings during the wedding.
I also handed my phone to them to deliver to Wales along with my corpse during the wedding. I had left a recording of my last words on the device.
I wanted Wales to know that before my death, I had heard every single word they had let slip while they were flirting outside my room. I wanted him to wallow in his regret and guilt for the rest of his life.
The helper nodded and handed me a new ID and a plane ticket. “Understood, Ms. Michel. We will destroy all traces of your departure. We wish you good luck as you begin your new life.”
I put on a pair of sunglasses and got into a car, which would drive me to the airport. As Wales’ villa grew smaller and smaller behind me, I realized I was truly bidding farewell to my past.
The crippled Joey Hertza was dead. I was walking into a new phase of my life as Ella Michel.
