Chapter 4 Die Without a Reason

• Amid the panic, Kenneth felt more confusion and anger than anything else.
• "Ignore her. She's afraid of pain and blood, and even more afraid of death. She wouldn't dare end her life. We're the real victims here. All this talk about dying is just a pathetic attempt to gain sympathy by playing the victim."
• Kenneth's cold expression made it clear that he had no intention of entertaining what he saw as my childish tantrum.
• So, Kenneth knew I was afraid of pain, blood, and death?
• And yet, I still died, by the very method I feared most.
• Camelia quickly stood up and grabbed her coat. "Kenneth, let's at least go check on her. What if Rachel really does something reckless? It's a human life we're talking about. If you talk to her, maybe she'll let go of whatever's weighing on her."
• I watched her fake kindness, her false concern written all over her face, and let out a cold laugh. So, Camelia knows I'm a living, breathing person too?
• In the end, Kenneth let Camelia drag him out the door.
• Though he acted indifferent, he rushed there as fast as he could.
• The wind by the river was cold, yet Kenneth's forehead was covered in sweat.
• When they arrived at the spot mentioned on social media, the crowd had already dispersed. Rachel was nowhere in sight.
• His sharp gaze darkened as he grabbed a passerby who was fishing nearby.
• "Excuse me, did someone try to end her life here? Do you know where she went?"
• The old man let out a helpless sigh.
• "You mean that young lady? She is just making a scene! She kept saying she'd jump, but in the end, she admitted she was only trying to scare her fiancé. Never planned on dying. She ran off right after. Kids these days are ridiculous, making jokes with their own lives!"
• As the man's words sank in, the light in Kenneth's eyes slowly faded, leaving behind nothing but cold emptiness.
• Camelia clutched her chest and let out a long sigh of relief. "At least Rachel's okay. But, how could she scare us like that with something so serious?"
• Kenneth was still breathless from running, but his eyes had already turned icy.
• "I told you she was faking. Let's go."
• His disappointment was plain on his face.
• He was disappointed that the woman who stood by him for nine years had finally shown her true colors.
• I followed the two of them along the riverside, unable to help but marvel at Camelia's performance.
• She had planned everything perfectly, right down to hiring someone who looked just like me and posting on social media to mislead Kenneth.
• It wasn't just Kenneth. Anyone else would've been fooled too.
• As a spirit, I shouldn't have felt anything at all. Yet, my entire being felt cold, and the thought of Camelia's schemes sent chills down my spine.
• Camelia has planned everything so thoroughly. How long will it take before someone realizes I'm actually dead?
• Suddenly, Kenneth's phone rang.
• He stopped in his tracks, staring at the caller ID.
• Camelia leaned in for a look, and her face twisted with genuine panic. It didn't seem like an act anymore.
• "Ken... Kenneth, Rachel is calling you now?" Her voice wavered, trying to mask her fear.
• I rushed forward in disbelief. The number on the screen was mine. It was my phone number!
• Did the police find my body? Or did that killer grow a conscience and decide to stop covering for Camelia?
• Hope ignited inside me like wildfire.
• As long as Kenneth answers this call, maybe the truth will finally come to light, and Camelia's mask will shatter once and for all!
• "Kenneth, answer the phone!"
• I circled around Kenneth, calling out to him over and over. Even though I knew he couldn't hear me, I still screamed until my voice was raw.
• My hoarse cries carried a desperation sharp enough to pierce through him, but he remained oblivious.
• I could let go of this hopeless man.
• But I didn't want to die without a reason.
• "Forget it." Kenneth let out a long sigh and finally rejected the call.
• "I just want to be alone."
• He declined the call, tucked his phone away, and rubbed his face, exhaustion written all over him.
• "First, she hides my love letter and refuses to deliver my feelings. Then, she threatens you after getting caught. And now, she pulls this fake stunt. I've had enough. I don't even want to hear Rachel's name anymore!"
• His words and actions crushed what little hope I had left.
• The despair that follows after hope dies is always the most lethal.
• I stood frozen for a long moment before chasing after his retreating figure, screaming in fury.
• "Kenneth, you idiot! Why didn't you answer the phone? Twice! That was twice!"
• If only he had picked up the first call, I wouldn't have died.
• If only he had answered the second, my death might have come to light.
• Why doesn't Kenneth answer?
• I hurled every venomous word I could think of at him, but nothing could change his decision.
• ...
• Camelia finally let out a breath of relief, though a flicker of fear still lingered.
• What's wrong with that killer? He took out the target but didn't even bother to deal with the phone?
• "Kenny, it's really late. Why don't you just stay at the hotel? My suite has an extra room you can use."
• Kenneth thought for a moment before agreeing.
• The alcohol from earlier mixed with the cold night air left him with a pounding headache.
• This whole incident had drained what little patience he had left.
• Instead of going home, he headed straight for the hotel.
• As soon as he reached the room, he collapsed into bed.
• I was forced to stay with them, my hollow eyes staring at the floor as I sat motionless.
• When would someone finally find my body?
• I turned my gaze to Kenneth, who slept soundly, and felt nothing but icy indifference.
• The company was on its annual holiday break, which meant Kenneth could sleep peacefully without worry.
• Every year during this break, I never got to rest.
• I handled everything, existing clients, contract details, and every small task that needed attention.
• With me around, Kenneth could always enjoy his vacation.
• Now, how much longer would he stay comfortable without me?
• ...
• Morning light filtered into the room, but Kenneth was still fast asleep.
• What I didn't expect was for his parents, my in-laws, to call him before the company even had a chance.
• "Ken, come home now! There's a problem with my bank account. The five million Rachel gave me is frozen!"
• His mother, Madison Trent, spoke urgently, her voice full of panic.
• Kenneth blinked himself awake, her words pulling him out of his drowsiness.
• With the Johnson family's current wealth, five million shouldn't have mattered.
• But this money was different.
• When their family went bankrupt, I had taken five million from my parents' inheritance to help Kenneth start a new business.
• I treated that money as my dowry when I married him, he and his family only accepted it because of the meaning behind it.
• Madison once said she'd never touch that money, saving it for her future grandchildren.
• Now, with that five million frozen, she was more panicked than if the company had lost a hundred million.
• "Mom, don't worry. I'll come home and check. It's probably just a banking error."
• Kenneth tried to calm Madison down, but after hanging up, his face darkened with concern.
• That short nap had briefly lifted his spirits, but the call sent his mood crashing again.
• Does he think I'm the one behind this?