When My Death Became Proof Of Your Greatest Mistake

From his broken words, I slowly put together the reason behind everything.

It was Ravena who spread lies online, saying that I used influence to bully people and used my position to gain benefits for myself.

She said she broke her leg after falling while walking home from work, and claimed it happened because I was in a bad mood and purposely pushed her down the stairs.

She got involved in improper relationships with men and was confronted by a lawful wife, and insisted it was because I was jealous of her looks and deliberately found someone to shame her.

On top of that, she also wrote, “The man of that house looked at me one extra time, and she thought I was trying to seduce him on purpose.”

“She not only threatened to kill me, but also said she would destroy my purity before I died.”

“I’m truly scared, but I don’t know what I can do.”

“Do people with no power deserve to be stepped on so freely?”

Her words were full of holes, and at first, not many people believed her.

But sadly, Draco stepped forward and stood up for her.

Draco said that I had been stubborn and hard to control since I was a child, and that after growing up, it only became worse.

Leaning on the Conrad family’s influence and Draco’s care, I had done many wrong things.

He even brought out many so-called proofs and showed them in a way that looked very believable.

I knew he was upset with me because we had broken up.

I knew he did not truly want me to die.

But it was exactly this so-called proof that ended my life.

This murderer called himself a person of justice and believed it was his duty to stand up for Ravena.

He held my neck and said with hate, “I never hurt good people, but you… You have done terrible things!”

“Today, I will let you feel what it is like to be shamed and stepped on!”

He didn’t hurry to kill me. Instead, he used every method he could to make me hurt.

He used a hammer to smash both of my legs.

He used pliers to pull out my teeth one by one.

He said he wanted me to feel the worst pain before dying, so that even after death, I would keep feeling regret in hell.

The blood slowly ran into the quiet night.

Inside the empty villa, no one could hear my calls for help.

In truth, I once had one chance to live because that day was my twentieth birthday.

Draco had once promised, “I know that on your birthday, it’s the day you miss home the most.”

“So you won’t feel sad, every year on your birthday, I will stay with you.”

“Savannah, I will never leave you alone.”

So, when the clock reached twelve, Draco came carrying a cake and knocked on my door.

Inside that cake was a gift he had carefully prepared, and hidden inside it was the ring he planned to use to ask me to marry him.

He wanted to use it to say sorry to me and make up with me.

But by that time, almost every bone in my body had already been broken.

I couldn’t open the door for him.

And I couldn‘t accept his love that came too late either.

Through the door viewer, the murderer saw Draco and showed a strange smile.

“You rich people, not one of you is good.”

“If it were not for this man always letting things slide, you would not have grown this proud.”

“As long as he dares to walk through this door, I will kill him and bury you both together!”

He lifted an axe and hid beside the door, ready at any second to strike Draco with a deadly hit.

If at that moment I had called out to him for help, I believe he would have rushed in right away to save me.

But I didn’t dare to take that risk.

He was still young.

He still had a bright future waiting for him.

He had already given me the happiest twenty years of my life.

He had already given up so much for me.

I couldn’t be so selfish as to let him die for me, too.

So, between living and dying…