After six months of torture at the hands of Julian Thorne, I finally died. I plunged a fruit knife cleanly into my heart. I stopped breathing in less than three minutes. When Julian got the news, he laughed maniacally. "Good! Good riddance!" He ordered my heart to be removed, cremating only the empty shell of my body. He said I didn't deserve to keep Mia's heart. But later, he searched the entire country for mediums and priests, begging at altars. "Sarah, I'm begging you. Come back and see me, even if it's just in my dreams..." Julian wept like a desperate child before the silk tree he had chopped down with his own hands. But my body was incomplete, my ashes scattered, my soul unable to return. Even though I was right there, he couldn't see a thing. Chapter 1 When Julian heard I had stabbed myself in the heart and died, he froze for a few seconds, then burst into wild laughter. "Good! She's finally dead! Saves me the trouble of doing it myself!" He laughed until tears streamed down his face. I knew he was crying tears of joy. After all, in the six months since we got married, he had used every method possible to torment me, both openly and secretly. Wasn't his goal to "dispose" of me without crossing the legal line? Like when he gave me a kitten, only for me to find its dried corpse hanging from the window the next day. Like celebrating my birthday with me, then splashing photos of him making out with another woman across the tabloids the very next morning. He wouldn't poison me directly, but he made sure the cook prepared meals with conflicting ingredients that slowly weakened my body. He moved me to an isolated villa in the hills to avoid prying neighbors, then blasted eerie noises at night until I nearly lost my mind. He destroyed the company my father left behind, forced my brother from wealth into debt, and even framed him to send him to prison. In Julian's eyes, I deserved all of this. Because my family had "schemed" to kill his beloved sister and stolen her living heart. Chapter 2 When I died, only Lena was home. She was a deaf-mute woman Julian hired specifically to "care" for me. Her only job was to mechanically follow Julian's nutritional plan and make sure I ate everything. Watermelon and lamb to hurt my kidneys, honey and brown rice to cause tinnitus, shrimp and oranges to create toxins. If I refused to eat, she would kneel before me and slap her own face frantically. I knew Julian was watching everything through the surveillance cameras. Whether he was eating, in a meeting, working, or socializing, he would watch and smile with satisfaction. This wasn't my first suicide attempt. Trapped in this godforsaken place, with my body reaching its limit, I wanted a release. If I died, everyone would be free. I had slit my wrists, turning the bathwater red. But the plug mysteriously failed, the water drained, and the wound clotted. I swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills, only to find they were expired and useless. In despair, I jumped from the third floor, but a tree broke my fall, and I only shattered my shoulder blade. Julian smiled cruelly. "Sarah, stop acting. Someone like you wouldn't give up your life so easily." He said if I truly had a conscience, I wouldn't have schemed to kill Mia and lived on for so many years. I explained countless times that Mia's death was an accident. But he didn't believe me. How could there be such a coincidence? Why did a million dollars appear in her account right before her car accident? Why did she sign an organ donation agreement on her deathbed with no family present? He was convinced my wealthy family had "bought" Mia's life. So, he planned his revenge, starting from the day he knelt before me, pressing his cheek against my heart and weeping. He didn't know that the heart was Mia's willing gift to me, along with her deepest love for him. "Sarah, after I'm gone, please love Julian for me... he's so lonely." So, the person who willingly walked into this trap wasn't just him. It was me too. Chapter 3 For the final attempt, I chose the cleanest, most efficient way. When the knife pierced my heart, I couldn't even speak. In less than three minutes, the blood was gone, and so was I. Julian was taken in for questioning. The police suspected foul play because the wound didn't look like a typical suicide. Suicides usually have hesitation marks—the body's instinctive reaction to pain. I didn't have any. Just one clean thrust into the heart. "Maybe she was just that determined to die?" Julian laughed coldly. Yes. Someone who really wants to die will grit their teeth and push the knife in, no matter the pain. ... Julian had an alibi, and Lena had no motive. My pocket contained a handwritten suicide note, though most of it was soaked in blood, leaving only the words "Suicide Note" legible. Julian was released. But before he left, he demanded an autopsy. My heart and I were separated. He said I didn't deserve to leave with Mia's heart. At the funeral home, when my brother saw my chest cut open, he broke down. "Julian, you animal!" Handcuffed and guarded by police, he rushed at Julian and punched him in the face. "Give my sister's heart back! She can't leave like this..." My brother had aged overnight in detention, facing multiple charges after his bankruptcy. The police had granted him a brief visit for the funeral. "That never belonged to her," Julian said coldly, staring at my body lying in the flowers. I was surrounded by blooms, filling the empty cavity in my chest. At my brother's insistence, a mortician had made me look presentable for my departure. I saw Julian walk up to me, looking down at my cold face. He stuffed something into my clothes—a yellow paper charm. Julian didn't believe in God or ghosts. But to suppress me, he chose to believe. "I want to make sure she never reincarnates. I won't let her disturb Mia." My brother lunged at him. "Julian, you're evil! Sarah suffered enough—" "She deserved it." Julian crushed a rose in his hand, the thorns piercing his skin. Blood dripped onto my pale lips. He used to love the taste of those lips. In that moment, I wondered if I had ever truly been loved. The police dragged my brother away. He screamed, "Julian, you'll regret this! You'll regret what you did to Sarah!" Regret? Standing in the empty hall, Julian stared at my smiling portrait. How could he regret it? From the moment he approached me with gentle lies, he had been planning this day. If he regretted anything, it was probably that he didn't kill me himself. ... Julian took Mia's heart and incinerated it separately, burying the ashes in front of her grave, returning her body to wholeness. As for my ashes, he didn't want them. He told the staff to throw them away. But laws prevented such disposal, so the staff stored me in a cheap urn. Since my brother was in custody, no one claimed me. That afternoon, a worker accidentally knocked over a shelf in the storage room. A gust of wind scattered me into the sky... Julian returned to the empty villa as darkness fell. Lena had prepared dinner, but he didn't touch a bite. Finally, Julian spoke. "Lena, I'm moving out in a few days. This house is yours for retirement." Chapter 4 Lena was deaf-mute, but she could hear with hearing aids. She signed something in response. I didn't understand sign language, but her expression seemed to say, "I don't need it." "This is the last thing I can do for Mia." Julian pushed the deed toward Lena. "I... really wish I could call you Mom with Mia one more time." The food went cold. Julian looked up, staring in the direction of my soul. I knew he couldn't see or feel me. If souls could communicate, why didn't Mia ever come to him? Mia, I'm sorry. This is as far as I can go. I tried my best... Then, I saw Julian stand up. He pushed aside Lena's food and opened the freezer. He took out a box of frozen dumplings. I had made them two months ago. Before he showed his true colors, we had moments of warmth. I was a good cook. My heart condition kept me from school and play, so cooking became my hobby. When we were together, Julian often missed meals due to work. I would bring food to his office and sit quietly by his side. He loved my dumplings, so I filled the freezer for him. Even if he hadn't driven me to suicide, my heart wouldn't have lasted much longer. Mia once said Julian suffered a lot as a child and often went hungry. Even now, wealthy and powerful, he ate without elegance. The water boiled. The dumplings floated, bobbing like my turbulent life. He devoured them, stuffing himself until he vomited. As he retched, he clawed at the floor and wailed. "You're finally dead! You're finally dead, Sarah!" I watched as he rolled onto the floor, covering his eyes with an arm, sobbing until the veins in his neck bulged. The next second, he scrambled up and ran into the yard. He grabbed a shovel and hacked down the silk tree.
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