Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I couldn't move a muscle, my head felt groggy, and all I could hear was the beeping of the medical equipment beside me.

And then there was that voice—Ethan Carter's:

"Doctor, how's Luna Bennett doing?"

His voice sounded just like usual; I couldn't detect a hint of sorrow or worry in it.

Not that I was surprised. After all, in the middle of our late-night argument, he'd told me:

"I'm sick of seeing you."

We'd fought because I'd caught another glimpse of that female colleague's WeChat messages to him. Admittedly, the content was innocent enough—just some work chat and friendly compliments exchanged between them.

But something inside me had snapped, and my anger had flared up instantly.

On a normal day, if I messaged Ethan Carter on WeChat, he could ignore it for hours. But when his female colleague reached out? He'd reply within ten minutes, if not immediately.

On weekends, when I asked him to go shopping with me, he'd make a hundred excuses about being busy or tired. Yet if that female colleague needed him for something, he'd rush back to the office without a second thought.

He never remembered my birthday. I'd have to remind him, and even then, all I'd get was a lazy "Happy Birthday." But for that female colleague's birthday? I'd seen the teddy bear he bought her sitting right on her desk with my own eyes.

I'd asked Ethan Carter to explain himself properly, but the conversation had escalated into a full-blown argument.

After he said he was tired of me, silence had fallen between us. Without another word, he'd slammed the door and walked out.

I'd sat on the sofa, fuming, when I noticed his coat hanging on the coat rack. It was two in the morning, and I was worried sick. So I grabbed his coat and went out to look for him.

I'd asked the security guard at the entrance, and he'd pointed me in the direction Ethan had gone.

The streets were empty; there wasn't a soul in sight. His phone was turned off, so I'd flipped through my contacts, trying to find one of his friends to call.

Suddenly, a blinding light hit me, followed by a shrill, ear-piercing sound.

I still don't understand—why me? The motorway was so wide, the sidewalk so long. Why did that careless driver have to hit me?

Everything went black right then.

In my last conscious moment, I'd thought: It's over. Those two are going to get exactly what they want.

What a bitter, 不甘心 end.

"Is it that urgent? Alright, then come over. C Ward Building, Room 1109," I heard Ethan say into the phone.

Who was coming?

After what felt like an eternity, the sound of high heels clicking against the tiled floor grew louder as someone approached. Then I smelled a cloying, overpowering fragrance.

"Xiang Ge—"

It was Olivia Parker.

Her voice was like a curse. Every time I heard it, my blood would boil, and it always ended up causing another fight between Ethan and me.

I'd heard her call him when we were out for dinner after work.

I'd heard her call during the party we'd attended at my friend's house.

She'd even called when Ethan and I were lying in bed at night...

What was she doing here now?

Come to check if I was dead?

Couldn't they even wait a little longer?