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Becona SVI A
When he found me, I had been dead for a long time.
Gabriel, panic–stricken, held my corpse, which had long since gone cold.
He carefully laid the wooden stake down, placing me flat on the ground.
My face was pale, an iron chain had completely pierced through my shoulder blade, and I was nothing but skin and bones.
He cried out in shock: “Quick, someone, call a doctor!”
Gabriel, struck by this series of blows, seemed on the verge of collapse.
His lips trembled uncontrollably, as if speaking to himself: “I thought you were just throwing a tantrum, I thought you had run away from home
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“Mia, who! Which executioner could have imprisoned and tortured you like this? I will definitely uncover the truth.”
“You say you were in our own cellar, why couldn’t you call out to me for help?”
My heart was filled with grief.
There were countless things I wanted to say, but I couldn’t utter a single word.
Gabriel, during those three years I was trapped in the cellar, every time you passed by, I tried to call for help, but each time you didn’t notice.
The closest you ever came was just a few steps away.
When Gabriel touched my body covered in wounds, he couldn’t help but burst into tears.
He angrily pounded his chest, biting his lip, staring at my corpse without blinking.
“Mia, I thought you might throw a tantrum, might go on a trip. I thought you would eventually come back to me, I thought… thought you might ask for a divorce.”
He had even thought that when Mia came back asking for a divorce, he would just need to coax her a little.
After all, Mia was an easy girl to pursue, easily satisfied, and very understanding.
“But I never, ever imagined that you would die.”
Rather than her leaving him, he actually preferred that she live well.
Like a sick man, Gabriel spoke to the red wood furniture in the house.
He walked into the master bedroom’s bathroom, opened the cabinet, and saw neatly arranged pink toiletries.
Those were once used by Mia.
But apart from that, all other items had been used by Rose.
My soul seemed unable to leave Gabriel’s vicinity, bound within three meters of him.
How ironic, the words of love he never spoke to me when I was alive, he now said endlessly after my death.
I watched woodenly as Gabriel cried his heart out.
Feeling no emotion inside.
Gabriel sent away all the servants in the house and took out the alcohol I had given him when we were dating.
He had always been a teetotaler.
But this time he made an exception, gulping down the cheap liquor, hugging the bottle as he collapsed in the living room, tears blurring his
vision.
But the next moment, Gabriel’s eyes
widened.
Because under the living room table, he saw something that shocked him.
