Chapter 21
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"God, I still remember the pain. It felt like my bones were being crushed from the inside..."
Wilson froze at these words, his face transforming with sudden understanding.
He staggered back to my body, breathing heavily. With trembling fingers, he wiped the dark blood from "my" mouth, then frantically examined "my" neck.
Those who died from the virus always developed distinctive purple-black marks on their necks—marks that couldn't be washed away.
The survivors approached, peering at "my" body.
"Oh God, sir, this looks just like—"
"Yes, exactly like the hospital victims.
Who is she? She looks even worse than the others. Didn't you give her the cure?"
As questions bombarded him, Wilson began to shake uncontrollably. The truth hit him like a physical blow, rendering him speechless.
He collapsed to his knees and vomited blood onto the marble floor.
The wedding guests whispered among themselves, some even taking photos of the spectacle.
The man Wilson had beaten earlier laughed with cruel delight.
"Karma's a bitch! The great savior couldn't even save his own wife from the virus! Some hero you are!"
