To avenge his deceased younger brother, Su Mu Yuan abandoned me on our wedding day and turned to take my sister's hand. "Jiang Fan Xing, how does it feel to be played for a fool?" Su Mu Yuan looked down at me from his lofty position. In the blink of an eye, I went from being the envied chosen one to the laughingstock of the entire city. Later, Su Mu Yuan knelt before my grave, weeping uncontrollably and begging me for just one more glance. Unfortunately, Fan Xing has passed away. There is no longer a Jiang Fan Xing in this world.
1
Today was the eighth day of September, the anniversary of Colton's passing.
Nathan placed a bouquet of flowers gently before Colton's grave.
Every year on this day, no matter how busy, Nathan would set aside his work and come here to spend the day in silence.
He gazed at the gentle smile on the boy's photo, and a surge of hatred flickered in his eyes.
Only on this day did Nathan ever think of me.
"Does that woman sincerely repent before Colton's memorial every day?"
Nathan drained his glass of red wine, his face twisted with ruthless intent.
On the other end of the phone was Alister, Nathan's subordinate and the one who once guarded me.
"Mr. Gill, Miss Dobson passed away two years ago," Alister replied.
By coincidence, today was also the anniversary of my death.
Yet, aside from the man who watched over me, no one knew of my passing. No one had ever come to honor me.
From the day three years ago when Nathan took me away, my mom and dad seemed to accept that they no longer had a daughter with such a wicked heart.
"What did you say?"
Nathan's hand froze on the wine glass, a flicker of shock in his eyes as if he doubted his own ears.
"Miss Dobson is dead," Alister repeated, thinking Nathan hadn't heard clearly.
This time, Nathan understood perfectly.
His hand loosened, and the glass slipped from his grip, shattering on the hard marble floor. The flying shards grazed the back of Nathan's hand, leaving a bright red cut.
But Nathan stood motionless, as if unaware of the pain, letting the crimson blood drip from his fingers to the ground.
An inexplicable aura of sorrow surrounded him.
After my death, perhaps due to lingering resentment or an unyielding obsession, my soul did not pass into the cycle of rebirth. Instead, it wandered the world like a restless ghost.
I watched the scene before me with cold detachment, feeling only irony.
Hadn't Nathan wished for my death?
Now that his wish had come true, shouldn't he have been raising a glass in celebration?
Why the pretense of grief?
"Nathan, you're hurt!" Violet rushed out of the room at the sound, her eyes reddening at the sight of the blood on Nathan's hand.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Nathan's voice carried a suppressed rage.
"After we brought Miss Dobson here, you said not to bother you with anything about her," Alister replied, his tone laced with quiet grievance.
Nathan faltered, momentarily speechless.
Indeed, he had said those words.
Back then, Nathan had sent me to a secluded villa in the suburbs, stripped me of all communication devices, and left without a backward glance.
I had cried, raged, and even harmed myself in desperation.
Unable to bear my pleas, Alister had called Nathan in my presence.
The phone was on speaker.
Even now, I recalled Nathan's cold, merciless voice. "Let her make a scene if she wants. Don't bother me with anything about her again."
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