When My Life Ends, I Still Love Him1
My husband's lover, Ella Perez, and I both had cancer.
She was faking it, but I really had it, yet my husband, Levi Miller, didn't believe me.
Later, I was captured, and the criminal said, "Call your husband. If he comes, you will be safe."
But my husband only said, "If you want to come back, just come back yourself. Don't expect me to pick you up."
He personally pushed me towards death.
When my skinned body lay in the morgue, he didn't realize that the dead person was his wife who would never make trouble again.
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"Mr. Miller, a female corpse has been found, matching the methods used three years ago."
Levi gripped his phone tightly, his face serious, while the urgent voice of an officer came through the line.
Ella, sitting next to him, sensed his emotional shift and gently tugged at his sleeve. "Levi, what's wrong?"
"Ella, they found a body. If you're not feeling well, you don't need to go," he said, looking down and gently patting her head, his eyes full of concern.
Ella shook her head and said firmly, "No, I want to go with you. This is my duty."
I floated in the air, watching this scene, feeling a slight pain in my heart.