Reborn to Leave You Crying

Chapter 4 Just Her Games

"What can I say? She just wanted me back home to celebrate our anniversary and then tossed out some melodramatic threats about dying. It's all part of her games."

At this, the officer glanced up at Marcus, catching on to the dynamics between him and Sophia, but since it had no bearing on the case, he didn't press further.

The officer pulled out a photograph of a shopping bag drenched in blood, its original color lost beneath the crimson stain.

The groceries I bought were stained too, some already starting to rot.

"This was the shopping bag Mrs. West used before her death. DNA testing confirmed it's her blood. Based on our analysis, her situation looks grim."

Marcus stared at the photo, the sight of the blood sent a chill down his spine. He sat frozen in his chair, his face drained of color, and after a long pause, he finally spoke.

"Is she really dead?"

Could that call have been a cry for help? But what was he doing that day? He hung up on Faye, leading to her demise.

Marcus clutched his head, his face a mask of regret and guilt.

Her body's missing, and now he feels regret? Talk about too little, too late.

I let out a cold, silent laugh inside, watching his reaction. It's like crocodile tears over a dead mouse—absolutely revolting.

Knowing it was me who died, seeing him like this, I felt a bit of satisfaction.

"Officer, have you found Faye's body? Isn't it a bit of a stretch to declare her murdered without it?"

Sophia suddenly materialized behind him, gently soothing his back.

Learning there was no other evidence of my death, Marcus's attitude began to shift.

The officer watched their interaction with a bemused expression.

The wife is missing, and the mistress brazenly steps in. How intriguing.

"Marcus, Faye always pretended to disappear to make us worry. She's gone missing several times this month alone, but didn't she always come back in the end? Let's wait a bit longer; she'll be fine."

Sophia held Marcus's hand, softly comforting him. Remembering my past antics, he believed her words.

Marcus frowned, stood up, and snapped impatiently, "Since you haven't found Faye's body, stop bothering me. I know her better than any of you. She wouldn't dare die."

"These mysterious acts are just her way of seeking attention."

With that, he left the police station without looking back.

I stood there, watching them walk away hand in hand, feeling my heart turn to ice.

The officer also watched their retreating figures, then instructed his team to continue the investigation.

It seems the police are the only ones left in this world who haven't thrown in the towel on finding me.

The next moment, I was pulled back to Marcus's side by an invisible force.

Marcus was on the phone, and I could hear his assistant's voice coming through.

"Mr. West, we can't find any trace of your wife. According to the private investigator, she might have been completely wiped out."

I watched as Marcus's face turned ghostly pale, his hand clenched the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white and veins popped.

After hearing the news of my death from so many people, his suspicion that I staged my own disappearance began to waver.

"Search, keep searching. I want her found, dead or alive."

Sophia tried saying a few words to him, but nothing could pull him back from his thoughts. I saw a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes.

I looked at him mockingly. Who is he trying to fool now?

When I called for help before I died, you coldly told me to hurry up and die.

"Marcus, there's something... I'm not sure if I should say it..."

Sophia cautiously probed Marcus's expression with her eyes, her eyes darting nervously as if she was wrestling with her words.

Thinking she had something important, Marcus urged her to just say it.

Sophia hesitated a few times before finally pulling out her phone.

"A friend of mine just saw Faye in the neighboring province and took a photo of her from behind. Does this look like her to you?"

I glanced down and was shocked by the image.

It was indeed my silhouette, with a quaint little scenic spot from the neighboring province framing the background.

How could this be? I had never been to that place.

Looking closely at the picture, I finally noticed something off.

The neck of the figure had a faint bloodstain, like a faint bloodstain that hadn't been fully wiped away.

Upon closer inspection, my skin appeared ghostly pale, devoid of any color.

But with Marcus in such a state of anger, how could he notice anything amiss?

"Faye, you've got some nerve, stirring up drama and making everyone frantic, only to go on a vacation yourself."

"Don't let me catch you!"

His tone was fierce, as if he would tear me apart if he found me.

But I wasn't worried; who knows, my body might have already been torn apart.

One thing puzzled me, though—what was up with that photo? Was it AI-generated? The technology was eerily lifelike.

I wanted to take another look at the photo, but Sophia had already turned off her phone.

That night, Jake clung to Marcus, wanting him to lull him to sleep.

But putting Jake to sleep was always my job; Marcus was clueless, awkwardly reading a storybook to him.

Jake found it boring and finally remembered how good I was.

"Daddy, your stories are boring."

"Can you bring Mommy back to tell me stories? She's so good at it, and Jake falls asleep quickly."

Jake lay nestled under the covers, his head poking out like a curious turtle, eyes wide and round as saucers, fixated on Marcus.

"Daddy's gonna bring Mommy back tomorrow. But you gotta be a good boy and sleep tight tonight, or Mommy might get upset and not come back," Marcus assured, even though he knew he couldn't reach me.

He sweet-talked and promised toys for tomorrow, finally coaxing Jake into dreamland.

Worn out, Marcus trudged back to the bedroom, a place now void of any trace of me.

I caught him grumbling under his breath, swearing he'd settle the score with me once he tracked me down, before he finally succumbed to sleep.

I roamed the house, somewhat relieved that Marcus at least had the decency not to parade Sophia into the villa. After a while, fatigue crept in, and I found solace in a recliner, sinking into its embrace.

In a foggy daze, a voice pierced through, calling my name and jolting me awake.

"Faye! Faye?"

I opened my eyes to see Marcus, half-awake, drenched in sweat, curled up in pain.

Ah, his stomach's throwing a fit. Now he remembers me, huh?

He reached for the bedside table, but his hand only found a jumble of trinkets.

Sophia had bought those for him, claiming they reminded her of his student days.

Marcus rummaged around, failing to find any stomach medicine, and frantically grabbed his phone to call me.

Unsurprisingly, it was still turned off.

Clutching his stomach, he writhed on the bed, his face contorted in agony.

His stomach had always been weak, and I had been the one preparing herbal remedies for years to nurse it back to health.

Once his condition improved, he had carelessly tossed the medicine somewhere, forgotten.

Marcus, your days of herbal remedies are over.

Trembling, he frantically searched for the medicine, but the pain overtook him, and he crumpled at my feet.

His eyes suddenly cleared, surprise and joy flickering in them as they locked onto mine.

"Faye, you're back?"