I Used To Heal From Everything He Let Her Do To Me, Until I Couldn’t Chapter 10

I Used To Heal From Everything He Let Her Do To Me, Until I Couldn’t Chapter 10

Adrian lit up the screen. 

It was an anonymous email. 

The subject line contained only two words: [Truth Unsealed] 

Who would email him this late? 

Confused, he opened it. 

There was no message, only two video attachments. 

He opened the first one. 

The footage began at the intersection that always appeared in 

his nightmares. 

His heart clenched violently and he kept watching. 

His little sister appeared on–screen, carrying snacks. 

Suddenly, a girl with messy hair rushed over, snatched the snacks from her hands, and ran. 

His little sister froze for a second, then chased after her in 

tears and ran straight into traffic. 

The screech of brakes tore through the footage as her tiny body flew up, then crashed heavily to the ground. 

She did not move again. 

The girl who had stolen her snacks stopped, turned back for one glance, then kept running. 

That one glance made the blood in Adrian’s entire body freeze. 

It was Ivy Monroe as a child. 

His phone clattered to the floor. 

With trembling hands, he picked it up and opened the second 

video. 

This time, the footage showed the private lounge on the day of 

the engagement party. 

His breath caught as a terrible suspicion formed in his mind. 

And then he saw it. 

My red eyes when I learned the truth about the miscarriage. 

The undisguised malice on Ivy’s face as she splashed gasoline 

across the floor. 

The disappointment in my eyes when he picked Ivy up. 

The dead, calm look in my eyes as I watched him walk away. 

Something seemed to explode in his chest. 

His family had been destroyed, and the woman he loved had been killed, all because of Ivy Monroe. 

How could he have been so stupid? 

He had kept his enemy by his side, given her luxury, spoiled 

her rotten, and cherished her for more than ten years. 

Hatred swallowed what remained of his reason. 

He rushed into the family chapel. 

Ivy was asleep on the kneeler. 

With a roar, he pulled out a dagger and stabbed her again and 

again. 

Ivy woke in agony. 

Confused and terrified, she dragged her bleeding body forward, crawling with all her strength. 

She screamed, “Help!” 

But no one answered her. 

Adrian moved like death itself had come to collect, his blade 

following wherever she tried to crawl. 

Until finally, she could not crawl anymore. 

In the sticky pool of blood, her eyes widened in terror. 

Then she stopped breathing forever as everything went still. 

As if nothing had happened, Adrian dropped the dagger numbly. 

He poured gasoline through every corner of the house. 

Then he dropped a lit lighter as flames roared up and swallowed everything fast. 

Stumbling, he returned to the room where my body was kept and smiled as he wrapped his arms around my corpse. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice was strangely calm. “I’m coming with you.” 

Heat licked at his skin, thick smoke choked his lungs, and his vision slowly began to warp. 

It should have been excruciating. 

But somehow, he felt released. 

[The show is over. Is the portal fixed?) I asked calmly. 

[Almost.] 

The pitch–black passage in front of me lit up, and a force dragged me toward it. 

[Host, before you leave, may I ask you a question?] 

[What?] 

[Why did you choose Adrian Blackwood as your suffering–credit target back then?] 

I turned back and winked at the System: [Maybe because he looked like my dead boyfriend.] 

Without that face, how could I have held on for so many years? 

When I returned to another timeline, I woke in a hospital 

room. 

“You’re awake?” 

A warm, dry hand pressed against my forehead. 

“Oh, thank God. Your fever finally broke. Do you know you were unconscious for three whole days? You scared the hell 

out of me.“‘ 

So more than a decade had passed in that other world, but only three days had gone by in reality. 

Looking at the faint shadows under my mother’s eyes, tears 

slipped down before I could stop them. 

“Oh, honey. Why are you crying?” My mother hurriedly wiped the tears from my face. 

“I missed you.” I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my cheek. 

“You slept for three days and woke up a little crybaby?” 

My father stood in the doorway holding a basin of water, his 

tone light. 

But I saw the new gray at his temples. 

I pouted and opened my arms toward him. 

He came in, set down the basin, and gave me a solid hug. 

That long–lost warmth felt like something from another 

lifetime. 

After I was discharged, I went to Maple Ridge Memorial Park, where the edges of Ryan Hayes’s photo had already begun to 

yellow. 

I poured a glass of whiskey and sat down. “I had a really long 

dream.” 

I smiled at the photo. “In the dream, I met someone. He saved me in a tsunami too, but he didn’t die. Luckier than you.” 

I rambled to him about those experiences that felt both unreal and painfully real. 

“Ryan, no matter how much he looked like you, he still wasn’t you. I think I finally understand. You can’t live in yesterday 

forever.” 

“I unexpectedly received some money. I want to use it to see the world. You’d support that, right?” 

Sunlight spilled down as a leaf drifted from the maple tree 

above me. 

The wind brushed my cheek. 

For some reason, my heart felt lighter. 

In that instant, those long dreams of vows, pain, and 

obsession slowly faded with the falling leaf. 

Every trace disappeared.