Chapter 9
“HELP! I don’t want to die! Someone help me!”
She clung desperately to the window edge, screaming for help.
Everyone in the room froze in shock.
“Benson, what are you waiting for? Save her!” I shouted.
Snapping out of his daze, Benson lunged forward to grab Celine.
But whether by fate or karma, Celine lost her grip a second before his hand reached her, falling with a
terrified scream.
BANG! A dull thud followed–the sound of a body hitting the ground.
The woman who had repeatedly threatened suicide finally died from a fall.
I took a deep breath, feeling neither satisfaction nor regret.
Due to Celine’s death from the fall, all of us witnesses were questioned by the police.
After learning she had jumped on her own, the officers checked her medical records.
The results showed that Celine had no diagnosed mental illness whatsoever.
Her supposed depression had been a complete fabrication.
Benson was even more devastated. He showed the police records of all the times Celine had threatened suicide by texting him.
“So if she wasn’t depressed, then all of this was fake too?”
The officer nodded.
From my and Mrs. Blake’s descriptions, they pieced together the relationships between us.
If Benson’s actions hadn’t been so extreme, they might have felt some sympathy for him being deceived.
But now… he only had himself to blame.
Without surveillance cameras in the hospital room, they couldn’t prove Benson’s innocence.
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Regret Him? Nah. I Prefer Watching Him Burn
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Chapter 9
Celine’s parents hounded him for a long time, eventually demanding a $5,000,000 settlement.
The two families were locked in bitter conflict for months.
By the time Benson finally resolved these messy affairs, I had quietly checked out of the hospital.
When his call came through, I was already seated on a train to another city.
“Olivia, where are you?” he asked.
Looking out the window at the passing scenery, I responded flatly: “Why should that matter to you?”
“Benson, we’ve broken up.”
Benson grew anxious: “No, please don’t break up with me! Olivia, give me one more chance!”
“We’ve been together for five years, we were about to get married. Olivia, please, don’t leave me!”
I snorted in derision.
“Drop the act. If you were truly so devoted, why didn’t you think about our five years together and our upcoming wedding when you were tangled up with Celine?”
“Besides, you think what you did was just causing my miscarriage? If I’d had slightly worse luck that day, I wouldn’t even be alive.”
“What gives you the right to think I would forgive you?”
“Benson, I told you–I don’t recycle garbage.”
“Besides, in my previous life, I already paid with my life because of you!”
This was the first time I had mentioned my previous life to Benson.
There was silence on the other end of the line for a very long time. Just as I was about to hang up impatiently, Benson finally spoke.
“Olivia, I never imagined… you were reborn too.”
