He Signed My Death, So I Left His World Forever Chapter 08

Rosetti Group was forced to restructure, and most of Enzo’s assets were frozen.

The senior figures in the crime family who’d once answered to him cut all ties with him.

He sold off the last few properties he still owned and disappeared from public view, taking my body with

him.

Six months later, Enzo spent a fortune building a fully enclosed underground laboratory inside an abandoned

Cold War-era bunker outside Chicago.

At the center of the lab stood a cryogenic chamber, giving off an icy glow.

My body lay inside, perfectly still and covered in frost.

“Mr. Rosetti, the Al model has been fully loaded.”

A scientist in a lab coat wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“We’ve gathered records of Aubrey’s social interactions, voice recordings, and behavioral patterns from when

she was alive.”

“In theory, we can create a virtual version of her that’s up to 99 percent accurate.”

Enzo’s eyes gleamed with an almost feverish obsession.

He’d lost so much weight that his face was gaunt, his eyes sunken and his jaw covered in dark stubble.

He looked completely deranged.

“Do it.”

He stared intently at the holographic projector in the center of the laboratory.

A faint electrical hum filled the room as a beam of blue light gradually took shape.

A figure that looked exactly like me appeared in the glow, wearing the white dress I’d loved most when I was

alive.

Enzo stopped breathing for a moment.

He reached out with a trembling hand, desperate to touch that familiar face.

But his fingers passed straight through the hologram, closing on empty air.

“Aubrey…”

His eyes filled with tears, and his voice broke.

“You finally came back to see me.”

The holographic version of me turned its head slightly, its gaze empty and cold.

“Enzo, what the hell is wrong with you?”

Enzo went rigid.

Those were the last words I’d said to him while I was alive.

The Al had even reproduced the utter contempt in my voice, as though I were looking at a dead man.

“Aubrey, I know I was wrong.”

Enzo dropped to his knees in front of the projection, tears streaming down his face.

“I know what I did was wrong.”

“I never should’ve kept taking Nina’s side. I never should’ve signed that form without even checking your

blood type.”

“I’m the reason you’re dead. You can hit me, scream at me, do whatever you want. Just please forgive me.”

He begged desperately, stripped of every last shred of dignity.

The hologram stared back without expression.

Its synthetic voice echoed through the empty laboratory.

“Next time Nina pulls a stunt like this and plays innocent, don’t come blaming me for it.”

“The whole thing disgusts me.”

Enzo buried his face in his hands and let out a devastated cry.

“Stop… Aubrey, please stop…”

Over the following days, Enzo sank deeper into his obsession.

He spent every waking hour in front of the hologram, talking to it endlessly, desperate to hear it forgive him.

But the Al had no feelings. All it could do was repeat those cutting words, drawn from the bitter

disappointment I’d felt toward him before I died.

“Enzo, what if I really did die?”

“Then you’d better take very good care of her.”

Hearing those words over and over slowly tore him apart.

The scientists urged him to stop putting himself through it.

Instead, he flew into a possessive rage and drove every last one of them out of the laboratory.

“Nobody shuts her off!”

He clung to the cold cryogenic chamber, his eyes vacant.

“Aubrey’s still mad at me. I have to stay with her.”

“Once she’s not angry anymore, she’ll smile at me again.”

I watched from above as the man who had once wielded so much power in the business world wasted away

into this pitiful, half-crazed wreck.

I felt absolutely nothing.

He deserved every bit of it.