Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 86

Chapter 86 Don't Dirty Her Journey

Chapter 86 Don't Dirty Her Journey

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The river's current was soft and steady, and the wind gently tugged at my hair and skirt as I stood barefoot on the bloodstained ground.

It was the same place, but I felt nothing.

No pain. No chill.

I stared at the man kneeling in front of me. His eyes were red and swollen, filled with so much conflict and pain. He looked as though he truly cared for me.

But wasn't he the one who had said to wait until they found my body before reporting it?

Wasn't he the one who had been with my sister on our wedding night?

It was the same man who had disregarded me and told me to go to hell.

I couldn't help but wonder. What was going through his mind when he said that? Did he think everyone else would see him as a tragic lover?

I reached down, lifted his chin, and slapped him hard across the face.

He didn't flinch. He only felt a cold breeze against his skin.

At this point, I knew there was little hope left for me.

Before her death, Esmee had mentioned that she had witnessed me being taken away in a car.

By that time, I had probably lost all my blood. I was already gone.

at the river. His voice cracked with desperation. Then, he collapsed, overcome by his

had stayed up for more than 24 hours and had come down from the mountain without food. It was no surprise he

body were going to be found, it would've happened by now. There's no trace. It's likely been cleaned up, and finding it will be nearly impossible." "We still have to

taken to the

had exhausted himself completely. He had lost so much

see it.

sinking when he saw his

Luke as he woke. Luke struggled to open

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was delirious and weak.

eyes moved slowly, scanning the room. They finally rested

did you do this to yourself?"

audible-low and rough. "Dad,

He spoke so calmly.

from his

know. They're still investigating. There

it. Blood was

and he slapped his hands against his head. "Dad, it's my fault! I should've something... I should've

so violently that the needle in his hand slipped out. Blood began to pour into the IV tube, Staining

down! Stop moving!" Adam

the needle from his hand.

The knife went through her waist. She bled so much... she's gone. And I-what have I been

and I'm still here. What's the point? She must have felt terrified, all alone down there. It's all my fault. She shouldn't have died. I should've been

when Luke charged into him like a bull. With a surprising burst of strength, Luke

At the sound of Adam's shout, they moved quickly.

a soft golden light that was fading quickly as night

bedspread that someone had left out