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.

noticed something-the contradiction between the beginning and the

between writing that list and

process it further,

it weren't for you telling my daughter to imagine three more days of life,

and held

out to the reporters. "This 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

on the list in Mrs. Mendes's shaking hands. Every

all because of her! If she hadn't made

a shaking finger at Sarah. "She was only twenty years old! She was supposed to be in the prime of her life, but because

down her face, her voice breaking. "I was right there, standing below. I heard a loud sound-and then I saw my daughter

sobbed uncontrollably. "There was so much blood... I screamed over and over again... but she never answered. She was gone. And

desperate cry, she dropped to her knees

at the flashing cameras. "I heard she's the eldest daughter of the Sanders family-I know I have no power to fight against her. I have nothing

her palms against the cold pavement. "I only want justice

weight of the accusation heavy in the air. Meanwhile, Sarah's gaze remained fixed

something off about

out to her: "Mom, I'm sorry. I can't