Too Late to Say You Love Me

But I was already a dead woman—what dignity was there left to protect?

Julia quickly stepped forward, affectionately helping me up.

“Ms. Sheryl, don’t joke like that. If you want the bracelet, of course it’s yours.”

She handed it over with a smile.

I reached out to take it.

The next second, the bangle slipped from her fingers, shattering into pieces on the ground with a crisp, piercing sound.

Her palm was cut by a shard.

Owen’s eyes turned red with panic as he rushed to her side.

“What are you doing?! She was going to give it to you—what more do you want, Sheryl?!”

“Hurry up and apologize!”

I stared blankly at the broken jade scattered on the floor, my chest tightening painfully.

Julia let out a soft, delicate laugh.

“Forget it. It’s not a big deal. I’ll just bandage it up. Mr. Carter, why don’t you wait outside for a bit? I’ll come find you once I’m done.”

Owen stormed off without another word.

The moment he disappeared, Julia looked at me smugly. “Still don’t see your place, Sheryl? Owen doesn’t love you. Why cling to a man who never will? Isn’t this kind of life exhausting?”

I pulled out the bloodstained divorce agreement.

“You’re right. That’s why I’m leaving.”

“This position—I'll leave it to you.”

“As long as you can get his signature, I’ll disappear from your lives forever.”

Suspicion flickered in Julia’s eyes, but greed quickly clouded her judgment.

“Deal.”

That entire day, Owen stayed by Julia’s side in the hospital, helping her clean and dress her wound.

Meanwhile, I returned to the house and threw out everything that still tied me to this place.

At 10 p.m., I received a courier delivery from Julia.

Inside was the signed divorce agreement—Owen’s name was right there.

It seemed he had no idea.

At that very moment, Julia’s latest social media post showed Owen treating her to a candlelit dinner.

Suddenly, blood dripped onto my phone screen.

Pain surged through my body like a tidal wave.

That night, I contacted a lawyer and began processing all my remaining assets.

I transferred every share I owned back to my parents in the Myers family.

Once everything was done... This frail body couldn’t hold on any longer.

I collapsed on the side of the road.

—

High above the city, in a luxury hotel suite, Owen stared at their quiet chat window, frowning.

Memories of the past swirled through his mind.

He messaged the butler.

[Where’s Sheryl? Is she kneeling outside again?]

[Let her kneel for seven days this time—maybe then she’ll finally learn.]

[Close the main gate. It’s been windy lately. Make sure she doesn’t get sick before her punishment ends.]

There was no reply from the butler.

Instead, a call came in from the local police station.

“Mr. Carter? We’ve discovered a body by the roadside. According to the ID, it appears to be your wife. Please come to the station to confirm.”