When He Hated Me the Most, I Died!

5

My death was sudden and unexpected.

There was no one else in the villa. If it hadn't been for Oscar returning to fetch some documents, my death wouldn't have been discovered so quickly.

From the time of my death to the time I was reduced to ashes, only a dozen or so hours had passed.

Everyone had overlooked the fact that the place where I died had not been cleaned up.

So, the bathroom that Harris saw now was a classic murder scene.

"Helena!"

He roared into the air, startling me so much that my soul almost left my body again.

"What are you yelling for?" I muttered to myself.

After my body softened, I sank into the bathtub.

It wasn't that dirty outside. Couldn't he just clean it up himself?

But Harris obviously couldn't hear my muttering, and he had no intention of cleaning up either.

He trembled with anger and immediately pulled out his phone to call Oscar, not even noticing when the bathroom door had opened.

"Find me another house right away, I'm moving out tomorrow!"

After he finished speaking, he slammed the phone down, shattering it into pieces.

I had never seen Harris so manic.

Close call!

I patted my nonexistent heartbeat, trying to calm myself down.

It wasn't until Harris left that I squatted down masochistically and stirred the blood in the bathtub.

This was the second time I had seen such a scene.

The first time was when I accidentally learned that Harris only married me for revenge.

At that time, I was in a daze and accidentally fell into the bathtub.

Blood flowed everywhere, and I just learned that the life I had just discovered was strangled.

The second time was when I committed suicide.

I fell into a coma early and let the blood flow freely.

I never thought I'd witness such a tragic scene with my own eyes.

"Harris..."

I looked at his back.

"If you find out one day that her death is not because of me, will you regret it?"