Her mocking laughter still echoed in my mind.
She flaunted, "I faked my death on purpose, just to trick you into marrying that fool. The good life is always meant for me."
I turned to look at Sanford beside her and burst into tears.
He could have simply broken up with me instead of trapping me in the mountains.
'Why did he do this to me? Just because I was kind to him?' I thought.
They took away my house and burdened me with half a million in debt.
My parents searched for me in vain for years, only to pass away later.
I lived in a remote, impoverished village, bearing children in despair.
Whenever I tried to escape, the villagers would come to beat me. That was the life meant for Alice.
She leaned in, smirking triumphantly at me.
"You know, I couldn't move at the time, but I was conscious, listening to you cry before me. It almost made me throw up my dinner, hahaha."
As I collapsed, she stepped back with Sanford.
"Oh my, don't dirty my shoes, old lady. Let's go."
As they walked away, I closed my eyes for good. I was not even 40 years old back then.
While I was lost in thoughts, Alice's finger twitched.
It seemed like she was conscious until she had to be buried.