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

like a swarm of flies buzzing right by his ears-relentless, invisible, impossible to swat


of nowhere, something

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

Then another one.

feet. It was as if he was surrounded by invisible

And then-agony.

searing pain tore through his

a long blade sticking straight

"Help!"

gasping for air. His hand

flicked on, cutting through

did he begin to calm down, the room

looked down at his chest-no blood, no wound,

Just a dream.


A nightmare.

like that anymore. As a kid, sure-after

that one had felt too real. Like someone had

Something felt off-like

in the room, ready to leap out

on every light in the

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