They Pawned My Health For Her Happiness. And Now I’m Dead Chapter 08

They Pawned My Health For Her Happiness. And Now I’m Dead Chapter 08

With that, she turned and walked away. Didn’t look back.

Five minutes later, she came out again.

Carrying an urn.

Her face was dark.

Even my mother went quiet.

Her lips trembled, but no words came out.

Blair stopped right in front of Luca.

She shoved the urn into his arms.

“Here’s Nova. You better hold on tight.”

Luca froze. Panic flickered across his face.

Then he recovered. His expression shifted to accusation.

“You’re the one who called us that day. Said Nova was dead.”

“She paid you to act, didn’t she? What, you offer after–sales service too?”

My parents and Iris heard that. Their fear vanished.

“We don’t have time for her games,” my father said coldly.

“Tell her this–if she still wants a father, if she still wants a mother, she gets out here right now.”

“Fine.” Blair nodded.

Before my father’s expression could soften, she motioned to her assistant.

She came over with a cardboard box.

She opened it. Pulled out a bloodstained shirt.

“She’s here,” Blair said, “Take her home.”

My parents flinched at the sight of the blood. They went pale.

Iris wrinkled her nose. Stepped forward and swatted the shirt out of Blair’s hand.

But Luca didn’t move.

He stared at the shirt–the one I was weating the day of the accident. Didn’t blink.

I drifted cluser. Looked at it too.

Then I remembered.

That shirt. Luca had bought it for me the day I lost the baby.

He’d even hand–stitched a crooked little heart on the cuff.

Inside the heart was the letter “N.”

I’d been so touched back then.

Now I turned to look at him.

His eyes were a storm of emotions.

Ever since Celine went into early labor.

Ever since the hemorrhage.

Ever since the baby was born with that premature aging condition-

He’d been distant. Cold.

The only thing that ever surfaced was a flicker of tenderness toward Celine.

And hatred for me.

But now-

I saw tears in his eyes.

My mother didn’t notice. She was about to start screaming again.

Luca stopped her.

He stumbled forward, legs shaking. Picked the shirt up off the floor.

His fingers trembled as he touched the little heart on the cuff.

Then someone in the crowd gasped.

“That shirt–I’ve seen it before!”

“Oh my God. That’s the girl who got hit by a truck on Halloween, isn’t it?”

A thud.

Luca crumpled to his knees.

Blair stepped forward again.

This time, she pulled two sheets of paper from the box.

Her voice was flat.

“Don’t forget these.”

Luca’s hands shook as he took them.

Two papers. One was my death certificate.

The other was a cremation notice.

He stared at them. Couldn’t look away.

Then the weight of it hit. His composure shattered. His face went gray.

He pressed his hands to the floor, gasping for air–each breath heavier than the last.

My parents and Iris grabbed the papers from him.

A moment later, they dropped to the ground.

“No!” My mother’s voice split open. Her eyes were bloodshot.

“This is fake too! She can’t be dead!”

“She’s the one who hurt Celine, she can’t just be dead!”

The witness who’d seen the crash spoke up.

His voice was heavy,

“I’m sorry. She was gone on impact. I saw it with my own eyes.”