Robert had no idea how he rushed out of the bar. All he could think about was seeing Mary.
He just needed to see her with his own eyes, to prove that everything was a lie, that Mary was still alive and well. How could she, such a selfish, money-loving person, possibly be dead?
But Robert's hopes were destined to be shattered.
I was already dead, my death horrific. How could I lie to him now?
I remained by my own mangled corpse.
Shattered beyond recognition, even I couldn't tell it was me.
Over twenty days had passed, and the body had already started to rot. The room was filled with the stench of decay.
The b****y remains were covered with a white sheet, hiding the dreadful reality.
As I was lost in thought, Robert suddenly barged in.
Our eyes met.
But he couldn't see me.
I saw h
