I Married To My Murderer

Martha vanished again!

"Agree?" She is not a person to trust. This is a wise woman. She is already got a plan in mind. She will undoubtedly come up with various schemes to make me vanish.

"Manager Daisy, are you offering me up to the devil for sacrifice?" Noah asks Manager Daisy, looking concerned. Noah turns as pale as copy paper. "This document needs to be dated."

"Hi!" I give a knuckle c***k. "Did you just call me Devil?"

"Noah, you're at fault." Manager Daisy scowls at him, placing the blame squarely on his shoulders. "Assume responsibility for your incorrect actions now."

Or any incorrect acts you take in the future. At the red light, the vehicle stops. My hand appeared to dissolve into thin air, vanishing before my eyes. Once more. Noah and his manager, Daisy, are at odds. I slammed the door of the car. I'd already vanished before they could turn to face me.

When I return, I will have to lie once again.

***

Suddenly, Noah hears a loud sound. He notices her glowing out of the corner of his eye. The car door is open when he turns around. Nobody is occupying the seat.

"Fu*kkk"

Manager Daisy lets out a loud curse and exits the vehicle to search for Martha. Noah repeatedly blinks his eyes. Was he really witnessing someone vanish?

That isn't achievable. Humans are not able to vanish into thin air. She had to have bolted.

"If she has fled, that is a good thing."

"We need to locate her." Frustrated, Manager Daisy hurls her purse at him. "Don't feel relaxed. You are done if she chooses to call the police."

"We will tell the police that she's lying," he whispered to himself, barely audible.

"Do you think the police will accept your story? It wouldn't have been an issue if you hadn't picked her up and taken her home. It was best if you brought her to the hospital." Manager Daisy inhales deeply. "First, let's locate her."

"We need to find her before she does something drastic," Manager Daisy declares, her voice filled with urgency. She knew the consequences of the situation could be dire if they didn't act quickly. Time was of the essence, and Manager Daisy was not about to let this situation spiral out of control.

Noah scowls profoundly. He is unable to put it out of his mind. This girl in the store is strange. She vanished into the air before she materialized out of it. Does she possess magical abilities?

There's a problem with his eyes. He ought to have them examined first.

***

It's snowing, and the sky is gloomy. Not that I own any shoes. I made my way over to the station. I can feel the gaze of onlookers. I droop my head, so my hair covers my face. I'm not sure how much time I'll be here. Fortunately, my wallet is still in my pocket. I entered the shop. I do not intend to perish from the cold on the streets. When I pay for the shoes and the coat, the storegirl gives me a strange look. I suppose I appear utterly inappropriate. I headed out of the store and made my way to the hotel. I should go to a hotel and pass the time.

I paused outside the newspaper stand. The national paper had Martha's photo on its front page. The time is 20xx/20x.

"After his fiancée passed away, actor Noah won't leave his house."

What is this? Who is the fiancée?

On X Street, Martha, a student at S University, was discovered dead. There is still no sign of the murderer.

"Actor Noah is mourning the loss of his pregnant fiancée."

Are you looking forward to it? No. Nope. I'm so not like this. I refuse to become pregnant with his child. Not taking place. Nope. This is not acceptable to me. This is more terrible than dying.

Who is mourning the death of whom? It was he who took my life.

Frustrated, I tossed the newspaper aside. Oh no! Noah. I have no idea what any of this means. Why did you stab my future self if she was carrying your child at the time? Is that the reason she became pregnant with your kid? It won't occur in any case.

Was it a mistake to bring up the condition at this time? It appears to be. I ought to adjust it. Recognizing the enemy is ineffective. It might work to run away.

"Martha?"

The man appears to have witnessed a ghost. I know nothing about him. This is not ideal. My face would have been hidden if I had brought a scarf. I ought to go. I ought to tell a lie.

"Whom?" He approaches me, and I back off. I sincerely inquire, "Do you know me?"

"You're still alive?" He took hold of my arm. "I observed your corpse. You have passed away."

"No." I violently wrenched his arm away. "I am not Martha."

"Have you staged your demise?" He screams at me, drawing looks from onlookers. "You can't really do that to Noah."

"There is a miscommunication here." A ring of people gathered around us. I swear at this man. I hadn't previously met him. But when I do get to meet him, I'll make sure to beat the living hell out of him. "That's not me, Martha."

"Does that make sense?" He examines the wallet I'm holding. When he yanks it from my hand, I fight back. He searches for my ID card, and I quickly get away from him.

He yells my name, "Martha." "Cease interacting with that woman. She is a pilferer."

Oh no! I run more quickly. Calling me a thief, he is after me. Where did this guy and I meet? When I encounter him in the present, I will avoid him.

"Martha, if you have any remaining sense, please stop." The strange man moved quickly. If need be, I'll follow you all the way to hell. You did my friend harm."

"I did not mistreat him." This kind of pursuit is unheard of for me. "I was wronged by him."

"You can talk it out with him if you're angry." The man is drawing nearer. "I am aware of Noah's challenging nature. However, he genuinely loves you. Even now, you are carrying his child. Don't treat him like that. Next month is your wedding."

Not in a way. I'm getting married to him. How come? How did this occur during the previous six months? I am going to wed my killer. It makes sense now. Since Noah didn't want to marry me or have kids, he must have wanted to kill me. He's barely twenty. At twenty-one, even I am unwilling to become a parent. I myself am a child.

"Be careful!"