Chapter 8
Chapter 8
My hometown was also Christopher Moore’s hometown, but I didn’t want to go back.
After a moment of thought, I pointed at the water bottle.
Christopher furrowed his brow, his voice filled with sorrow. “You want me to scatter your ashes in the sea?”
I nodded.
He smiled, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Alright, we’ll lay you to rest in the ocean. That way, William Miller will never find a place to mourn
you.”
We shared a bittersweet smile.
On the day Isabella Miller was sentenced, Christopher took me to the courthouse to observe. He wanted me to see the consequences of evil, to bring
me some peace.
It had been days since I’d seen the once–glamorous Isabella. Now, she was disheveled and defeated.
She looked like she had endured a harrowing experience, trembling as she was questioned, as if any hesitation might bring down a blow.
I watched the entire process unfold. From her guilty plea to the swift death sentence, everything went surprisingly smoothly.
But as she was leaving the courtroom, Isabella suddenly called out, her eyes wide with desperation.
She lunged toward a specific direction, shouting, “William, help me! I don’t want to die! I love you too much!”
“William! William! Save me, please!”
I turned to the corner and spotted William Miller, his face an emotionless mask as he looked at Isabella.
He spoke each word slowly, deliberately: “You stood by and watched as my mother fell ill. Why didn’t you help her?”
“When you hired someone to kill Olivia Brown, did you think about how she didn’t want to die?”
“Isabella Miller, you must pay for your crimes. How can you expect to live?”
Isabella’s fervor began to crumble as despair washed over her. “So, was that wedding all a lie? You lifted me up just to drop me down hard again, all for revenge?”
William laughed cruelly.
The glimmer of hope in Isabella’s eyes faded completely, and she began to laugh maniacally. “Ha! So what if you got your revenge? Olivia Brown isn’t coming back. She’s dead.”
“Oh, and I forgot to tell you–before she died, she hoped to tell you the truth. But a car accident took her away.”
“And what were you doing then, William Miller? You were in bed with another woman, haha!”
A wave of nausea washed over me, and I couldn’t help but gag, but nothing came up.
Christopher Moore reached out, wanting to pat my back, but could only watch helplessly as his hand passed through me.
He whispered, “Olivia, he’s not worth it.”
Yes, he wasn’t worth it. Yet here I was, diving in headfirst, sinking deeper and deeper.
Seeing Isabella Miller’s fate, I suddenly felt lighter all over.
After leaving the courthouse, Christopher Moore looked at me intently, his eyes filled with pain and relief.
Tears glistened in his eyes as he spoke, his voice thick with emotion. “Olivia, I want to take you to see the ocean.”
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Chapter 8
I looked down at my feet, which were becoming transparent.
A bittersweet smile crossed my lips as I nodded.
