Chapter 10
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Gemma laughed and cried at the same time, teetering on the edge of madness.
She glared at Zion with burning hatred and screamed, “Zion, everyone else can call me heartless and cruel, but not you! You started all of this. None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t pushed it forward!
“Let me remind you–do you remember that night, right beside Remi’s coffin? She was inside, listening to everything. She heard every word from the man who claimed to love her–heard you call her disgusting, heard you sleep with her own sister!”
Zion’s face went pale. Agony twisted his features as he howled, “Shut up! Please, I’m begging you–don’t say another word! Don’t torture me any more than this!”
I watched it all with numb detachment, my soul feeling utterly drained.
Why, even in death, am I forced to witness this?
Sometimes, I think Gemma and Zion deserve each other, a perfect match made in hell.
They should be together forever, not putting on this pathetic show.
If a soul could die a second time, I would choose it without hesitation.
Suddenly, Zion fell silent.
He stared blankly into the empty space, his gaze piercing the veil between life and death, locking onto me.
For a split second, I almost believed he could see me.
But it was only a fleeting confusion. He murmured, “Remi, are you watching?
“Do you hate me? Hate me for lying to you, for abandoning you when you needed me most?
“Wait for me. I’ll come and find you. I promise.”
After that, the truth about my live burial at the hands of Zion and Gemma exploded into public scandal. The investi- gation into my mother’s death uncovered the Valemont family’s involvement.
The mighty Valemont Group collapsed overnight.
Zion gave all the company’s assets to the Ravell family and fled with my corpse.
Derek, driven mad, broke into Gemma’s house, stabbed her to death, and then killed himself.
Even with his dying breath, he kept whispering my name,
When I learned what happened, I was terrified Derek’s soul would come after me, too.
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Thankfully, he didn’t.
One month later, in some remote wilderness-
Zion, clutching my rotting corpse, took poison and ended his own life.
When the Ravell family finally found us, it took great effort to separate our bodies.”
My dad buried me again, and at last, my soul could rest. I could finally let go and drift away with the wind.
Thank God I wasn’t buried with Zion. Thank God there’s no next life.
Once, I chased after pure, untainted love with all my heart. But love only ever buried me.
A life this tragic–I only need to live it once.
The end.
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