When He Hated Me the Most, I Died!

6

Harris and I spent an excruciating night in that house.

He woke up early in the following morning. He changed his clothes, and set off on foot for the back mountain.

I heard him call Oscar and tell him to clear everything out of the house.

He didn't want to see anything that belonged to me anymore.

In fact, I didn't think Harris would move out of the villa.

Because of his first love which had turned into a butterfly and flown away, was buried in the back mountain of our villa.

"Mona, she's dead."

Harris squatted in front of the grave, his fingers gently caressing the tombstone.

On the tombstone was a photo of a beautiful girl with a lively and cheerful smile.

Unfortunately, her life was forever frozen at the age of twenty.

"I finally avenged you."

He muttered to himself, lost in thought for a long time.

For some reason, Harris was prone to daydreaming these days.

As if his whole body had been emptied, losing his soul.

Of course, I didn't think it had anything to do with me.

I guessed it was just the emptiness he felt after getting his revenge.

For the past few years, he had lived on his hatred for me. Now that I was dead, it was only natural that he would be slow to react.

Harris didn't leave the back mountain until the sun was rising.

When he returned, he didn't enter the villa but went straight to the garage and drove away.

When I saw that the destination was an old, dilapidated apartment building in the suburbs, I knew what Harris was up to.

Following his memory, he knocked on the door of Monarch's house.

Unfortunately, there was no answer.

Harris tried a few more times but still didn't get a response, so he increased the force of his knocking, slightly irritated.

This time, he woke up the neighbors.

"What the..."

The neighbor's voice stopped, staring in disbelief at the once poor and humble boy.

He now looked like a big boss, so the neighbor swallowed back his dirty words.

"Where are this family?" Harris asked coldly.

"The Peaks family?" The neighbor sneered, rolling his eyes.

Then he replied, "With the money they sold their daughter for, they're living a good life."

Harris's brow furrowed as if he could no longer accept their blunt and vulgar words.

"Where did they go?"

"I don't know. What are you questioning me for? Who are you?"

The neighbor started to look at Harris with displeasure.

"I'm... their daughter's boyfriend."

"You?"

The neighbor's eyes gleamed with gossip, he said, "So you're the one who was cheated by the Peaks?"

"It's a pity that little Monarch was born into the wrong family, and was just traded by her heartless parents."

I gasped and quickly looked at Harris's face.

Harris's eyes were about to split open. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word, "Traded?"