He Asked If I’d Only Forgive Her When I Was Dead, So I Showed Him Chapter 10

He Asked If I’d Only Forgive Her When I Was Dead, So I Showed Him Chapter 10

Nathan drove flat out, blowing through several red 

lights before slamming on the brakes in front of a villa. 

Silvercrest Estate. 

The house was huge and beautiful, even more stunning 

in person than it had looked over video. 

I had never imagined I would step into the house we had prepared for after the wedding like this. 

Nathan was clearly searching for something. He kicked open one door after another until he stopped at the 

master bedroom. 

It was locked from the inside. 

“Open the door!” 

“Blaire, get out here!” 

No one answered, but I heard something shatter on the floor inside. 

Nathan lost it and started kicking the door like a 

madman, fury and panic written all over him. 

“What did I ever do to you for you to kill Ruby the night before my wedding?” 

I drifted into the room and saw a pile of things jammed 

behind the door. 

Blaire was sitting on the windowsill, hesitating over whether to jump. 

The pounding at the door grew louder and louder. 

The System kept urging her to do it. 

[Get out of there now. You cheated and clawed back 

everything you previously redeemed with mission 

points. Those two old bastards are dying, and Chloe 

Parker and Lucas Hart are already on their way to come 

after you.] 

[As long as we make it out alive, we can find another 

body and move on to the next story world.] 

The real Blaire was screaming in fury. 

“You’re not getting away. You ruined my life, and every 

last one of you is going down with me.” 

The transmigrator ignored the two voices raging inside 

her head. 

She clenched her teeth and shot back, “Nathan, what 

are you pretending to be heartbroken for now? If you 

hadn’t let me get close to that worthless wreck, she 

never would’ve been driven to jump into the river. Bet 

you didn’t know this, either. She was carrying your 

child when she died.” 

Nathan went rigid. He pressed a hand to his chest, 

disbelief written across his face. 

But the transmigrator still wasn’t done with him. 

“That psychologist you asked me to introduce you to 

was someone I hired to play the part. He had no idea 

how to treat anyone. All he ever did was keep provoking 

Ruby. You were the one who forced her into treatment, 

forced her to get close to me, and drove her into the 

breakdown that killed her.” 

The noise outside stopped completely. 

Thinking she had won, she leaned forward to jump. 

Then suddenly her body tilted. 

The hand gripping the window frame started trembling 

in violent spasms, her eyes going glassy and fixed. 

As if she had lost control of her own body, her head 

pitched straight toward the ground. 

The real Blaire’s crazed laughter pierced my ears. 

“I’m going to die no matter what, so none of you get to walk away and live happily ever after. If I’m going down, we’re all going down together.” 

There was a sickening thud. 

A fall from the second floor wasn’t enough to kill her. 

But when her head hit the ground, it slammed into the sharp corner of the planter, and blood instantly gushed 

everywhere. 

Outside, the wail of police sirens closed in from every 

direction. 

Nathan coughed up a mouthful of blood. His unfocused 

eyes lifted toward me again. 

“Ruby, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I really didn’t know.” 

He kept mumbling it under his breath, tears spilling 

out of his eyes. 

I ignored him and drifted downstairs. 

Nathan rushed after me, only to slam straight into the 

door so hard that he knocked himself unconscious. 

By the time he woke up again, three days had passed. 

Blaire was in a vegetative state. 

Three voices were trapped inside her body, arguing 

every day without end. 

My parents were still in intensive care, and their 

condition was extremely grim. 

The doctors had already issued multiple critical 

condition notices. 

When Nathan woke up, he told his assistant to send 

Blaire to a private care facility and make sure she was looked after. 

Then he put up a headstone for me. 

“Ruby, I won’t let a single person who hurt you get away with it.” 

“Including me.” 

After setting down the flowers, he turned and walked away quickly. 

By then, my spirit had started growing more and more transparent, and the moments when I could stay fully conscious were getting fewer and fewer. 

The day Nathan swallowed up the Bennett family company, my parents were both pronounced dead at the hospital. 

Chloe’s career fell apart, and when she tried to leave the country to make a living elsewhere, her plane 

crashed. 

Lucas won another case, but on the way home he was hit in a car accident. Both his legs had to be amputated, 

and he would never stand again. 

And Nathan, with his body already on its last legs, set a 

fire at the care facility. 

As the flames licked over him, he looked in my 

direction and smiled. 

“Goodbye. I’m sorry.” 

I closed my eyes and sank into a long sleep.