Chapter 2Nine Years of Hate, A Lifetime of Regret

The urgent ringing of a cell phone sounded at that moment.

I don't know what the person on the other end said, but Asher glanced at me with a complicated expression.

"Then just take him directly for cremation."

My heart shrunk as if sensing something, and I understood almost instantly.

I desperately grabbed the corner of Asher's clothes, as if grasping the last straw.

"What cremation?"

"Who are you going to cremate?"

He didn't answer me, just coldly pried my hands open, finger by finger.

He said: "Go back to the hospital and stay there properly."

The way he threw me off forcefully was as if I wasn't the girlfriend who had been with him for nine years, but a piece of useless trash.

Although to Asher now, I, this girlfriend, seemed to be just a piece of trash.

In this instant, I seemed to lose all strength.

From this moment on, the will to die had taken root in my heart.

After a long silence, I looked at him with red eyes, my voice already hoarse.

"Asher, I want to see him..."

But Asher promised nothing. He just gave me an indifferent look and turned his back.

"You'd better go back to the hospital and stay put."

"Chloe, let's go."

He took Chloe away, walking to the end of the corridor without ever looking back at me.

I stared blankly at their retreating figures, watching them go further and further away. Just as they were about to disappear from my sight.

I wiped the tears from my face and got up to follow them.

I ran urgently, almost pushing Chloe down.

"You!"

Chloe's face turned livid. Just as she was about to accuse me of something,

In the next second, she saw me pull out the fruit knife I had prepared long ago.

Slowly pressing it against my own throat.

I looked at Asher, my expression calm, yet acting like a madwoman.

I said: "Asher, take me to see him."