Chapter 20
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Blood and tears mingled, creating new stains on the already ruined wedding dress.
He stared at the spreading stains, frantically trying to wipe them away, but they only smeared further across the fabric.
Suddenly, his gaze fixed on our wedding portrait in the hall. His pupils contracted to pinpoints, and his hands began to shake violently.
"So that's it. You still blame me. You wore the same dress and died on our wedding day on purpose!
Why are you so cruel? I was forced into it! You never understood—I never wanted to kill you..."
The last words came out as a primal scream, raw and unhinged.
I laughed bitterly at his words, my fists clenched so tight my nails cut into my palms. Never wanted to kill me? After six times? That was the cruelest joke of all.
This fucking world. Why did it keep tormenting me?
I ran for the door with all my strength, but just as freedom seemed within reach, I hit the invisible barrier again.
As I fell, Wilson's eyes met mine. For a moment, it seemed he could actually see me. He took a stumbling step in my direction.
My heart raced as cold sweat broke out across my skin. Just as I prepared for one final attempt, a group of people walked right through me, reaching for Wilson's hand.
