Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 437

Sarah was stunned. The last time she had seen Tina, it was in her counseling office. After a simple therapy session, her condition had seemed to improve. But now, just three days later, she had become nothing more than a photograph in someone's arms.

She hadn't even finished the plans they had mapped out together. Something had gone terribly wrong.

A reporter held a microphone close to Sarah's face. "Miss Sanders, please read the contents of the suicide note."

Sarah glanced at the reporter before lowering her gaze to the letter.

"Life is so exhausting. If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to be alive. Miss Sanders, I followed your advice yesterday and started choosing things to do, just like you suggested. But the more I did, the worse I felt. Every time I completed something, the emotions only became stronger... I can't do this anymore.

Just like you said-once I finish everything, I can leave. But for someone like me, who never needed to do any of it in the first place, none of it matters.

I want relief. I don't know if Schrödinger's cat is alive or dead, but the only thing I want is freedom from this.

Miss Sanders, thank you for your reminder, but I don't want to live anymore. Goodbye."

Sarah read every word aloud, her voice steady.

the letter, she noticed something-the contradiction between the beginning and the end. Something had

that

further, Mrs.

daughter to imagine three more days

yanked a folded piece of paper from her bag and held

is what that woman made my poor daughter write. She told her to list out everything she wanted to do in seventy-two hours! Isn't it obvious? She was guiding my daughter to finish all her unfinished business so

list in Mrs. Mendes's shaking hands. Every single item written

sobs, her voice thick with grief. "It's all because of her! If she hadn't

supposed to be in the prime of her life, but because of that woman, she climbed twenty

breaking. "I was right there, standing below. I heard a loud sound-and then I

sobbed uncontrollably. "There was so much blood... I screamed over and over again... but she never answered. She was gone. And the woman responsible? She sat safely

to

me!" she pleaded, looking up at the flashing cameras. "I heard she's the eldest daughter of the Sanders family-I know

against the cold pavement. "I only want justice

with murmurs, the weight of the accusation heavy in the air. Meanwhile, Sarah's

something off

out to her: "Mom, I'm