When He Hated Me the Most, I Died!

I died in the year he hated me the most.

I was unable to bear his hatred any longer, so I chose to end my life.

When the funeral home handed my ashes to Harris Clark, he gently patted the urn, revealing the only smile of that day.

"It's too filthy, she should be completely obliterated!"

With a flip of his hand, the urn clattered to the ground.

Indeed, he believed I had caused the death of his beloved.

He had lingered by my side for years just for this moment.

He walked away over my ashes, yet soon after, he wept and begged the funeral home to return me to him.

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After enduring a year of torment from Harris, I finally died.

I took advantage of his inattention and secretly slit my wrists in the bathtub.

The blood filled the tub, reminiscent of the day I miscarried in sorrow after learning why he had married me.

"Good riddance!"

Harris clapped his hands and laughed, his bright eyes turning bloodshot.

As he laughed, tears began to fall.

I think he must have remembered his long-lost love, Monarch Peaks.

Six years ago, she died in a car accident, and her heart was transplanted into me.

Harris always believed the accident was staged and thought I had caused the death of his beloved.

So, he deliberately got close to me and subjected me to endless torment after our marriage.

He even planned to make my entire family pay for their lives.

He had bided his time, rising from a poor boy to a prominent figure in Mayby.

Once he had the power to challenge my family, he showed his fangs.

Like a mad dog, he relentlessly pursued my family.

But today, it all ended.

Because I died on the very night, he was about to strike.