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

Chapter 839

Chapter 839

"Die."

"Just die already!"

In the middle of pitch-black nothingness, he jolted awake. There wasn't a sliver of light around him he had no idea where he was. The ground felt like a soft

sponge underfoot, unstable and slippery. He couldn't stand upright, stumbling in every direction.

He tried to walk forward, hoping to find a way out of the darkness, but there was no path. No direction. Just the sound of wind rushing past his ears.

And then-right next to him-someone whispered, fast and sharp. "Go die."

It sounded so real.

So real that he collapsed to the ground in panic.

"Who's there? Come out!" he shouted, voice raw and frantic.

But all he got back was his own echo, bouncing endlessly in the dark.

"Die."

That voice—like a demon's murmur-kept echoing around him, again and again, right in his ear. He looked around, trying to find the source, but there wasn't a single shadow in sight.

exploded from all directions, overlapping, rising in volume, all repeating the same thing: "Go

right


of nowhere,

around and saw a knife drop beside him—but still no

Then another one.

was as if

And then-agony.

pain tore through his

and saw a

"Help!"

shot upright in bed, gasping for air. His

flicked on, cutting through

did he begin to calm down,

chest-no blood, no wound, no pain. The

Just a dream.


A nightmare.

dreams like that anymore. As a kid, sure-after seeing too much blood, too much violence. But

that one had felt too real. Like someone had actually been trying

heart pounding. Something felt

room, ready to leap out

every light in the

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