The night my girlfriend became a movie star, she plunged a knife into me seventeen times. I bled out completely. But then, after killing me, she took her own life. In her hand, a voice recorder, engraved with “To Julian.” It was filled with the most intense love and longing. Julian was the idealized crush of her life, the man she’d secretly adored for three years. He’d died in a car crash before she ever got the chance to confess her feelings. On the recording, she sobbed, her voice tearing her heart out, “It’s all because of you that I lost the love of my life!” When I opened my eyes again, I watched her rush towards the surging traffic, and I used every ounce of my strength to save *her* “love.” Seeing her clutch him in her arms, like he was the most precious thing in the world, I let out a bitter laugh. This time, Serena, I set you free. Just don’t you dare regret it. “Liam, thank you for supporting me all these years. I really appreciate you.” The woman before me smiled, a picture of blooming beauty. But my body went weak, and I could only cling to the tablecloth before crashing heavily to the floor. Plates and bowls clattered, shattering around me. My eyes wide with horror, I watched as the beautiful woman slowly drew a sharp knife from her clothes and walked towards me, her face alight with vicious satisfaction. In my stunned gaze, she stabbed down hard. The blade sank deep into my flesh. The pain was so intense, I wanted to scream. I wanted to demand, *Why?* Her heavily made-up face contorted into a grotesque mask. “It’s all because of you that Julian died! Why wasn’t it *you* who died instead?!” “This is what you owe Julian! You deserve to die! Because of you, I never even got the chance to confess to him!” Pain. So much pain. But I couldn’t open my mouth. All I could do was stare helplessly, watching her stab me, one knife after another, again and again. I think, I probably died then. Killed by a woman. Killed by the girlfriend I’d pampered for seven years. How pathetic. After I died, my soul floated in the air, watching Serena madly stab my lifeless body. My body was riddled with holes, blood flowing endlessly, making the scene a horrific, foul-smelling mess. She seemed to finally believe I was dead. With trembling hands, she pulled out an old high school uniform and somehow squeezed herself into it. The clothes didn’t fit her at all, and with her heavy makeup, she looked like a grotesque clown. As I watched in shock, the next second, a sharp blade plunged through her own heart. Serena fell slowly to the ground, a smile on her face, murmuring, “Julian, I’ve finally avenged you. Wait for me down there, I’ll be right there to find you!” I watched her bleed out. I watched her take her last breath. I wondered, *Julian, who is that?* I floated there for two hours, waiting for Mr. Hayes to arrive and call the police, waiting for the fully armed officers to enter the scene. Finally, from the depths of my memory, I dug up some long-forgotten past. Julian was Serena’s first love from high school. He had died seven years ago. And Serena had only agreed to be with me the month after Julian’s death. Back then, I thought she had lost her love and desperately needed a relationship to heal herself. I spent all my energy pleasing her, treating her like a precious porcelain doll, coddling and doting on her. Throughout our relationship, she never had to lift a finger at home. I thought, after all my effort, after seven years by her side, even a block of ice would have melted. But it hadn’t. A woman’s voice suddenly rang out, crying her heart out. I snapped back to reality, seeing a police officer pull a voice recorder from Serena’s embrace, his hand resting on the play button. “Liam Davies, you forced me to stay by your side, making me waste seven whole years of my youth!” “Yes, I killed you. I want you to feel how painful death is, so you understand how much I suffered! “This was all your fault! If it weren’t for you, I would never have lost Julian!” At the end of the recording, she said, “Liam Davies, I hate you! I want you to go to hell and atone to Julian!” That recording, the police and I listened to it together five times in that silent room. The silence in the room was so thick, you could hear a pin drop. I was stunned, suddenly feeling like my death was utterly worthless. What did I ever see in that psycho?
But Serena’s craziness went far beyond that. The day after Serena’s suicide, her Ins account released the audio from the voice recorder. It was a scheduled post. She must have set it up before she died. The recording, coupled with a long, melodramatic caption, was enough to completely ruin my reputation. That day, her fanatical followers flooded my private messages with unreadable, disgusting comments. Even though I was dead, even though I couldn’t reply, couldn’t clarify anything. They still relished in it, negative news covering every platform. Serena truly deserved to be a movie star; she even turned our deaths into a theatrical performance. Her fans didn’t see her as a murderer. Instead, they thought she had endured for love, lurking for years just to make me pay the price I deserved. I, the victim, was portrayed as the ultimate villain who tore apart a perfect couple and caused such a talented actress like Serena to die in the prime of her life. My entire life story was dug up and displayed for the internet to feast upon. My grave became a pilgrimage site for those rabid fans, who took pleasure in defacing it. They even tried to dig up my ashes and scatter them, only stopped by the authorities. Davies Corporation’s stock plummeted. Even worse, core secrets of Davies Corporation mysteriously appeared in the hands of rival companies. In just a few days, my family’s company was on the verge of bankruptcy. My reputation, my career, my life—all of it was completely destroyed by Serena. Even my very existence had ended at her hands. I had never so clearly understood that the woman who had slept by my side for countless days and nights only wanted to destroy me. Then, I finally remembered why Serena hated me. Seven years ago, I had stopped Serena from rushing into traffic. And because of that, Julian was hit and killed by an out-of-control car. It turned out, from that moment on, Serena had held me responsible for everything. She said I made her miss the chance to confess to Julian, the man she’d secretly adored for three years. It made no sense. Even if I hadn’t confessed to her that day, she wouldn’t have confessed to Julian either. I was just unlucky. Unlucky not just to confess to Serena the day Julian died, but to fall in love with that unhinged woman in the first place. I thought, this time, I truly regretted it. The next moment, a sharp scream jolted me back to reality. A figure slammed into me, shoving me aside, and rushed into the surging traffic. “Get lost, Liam! If anything happens to Julian, you’ll pay with your life!” I watched her clutch him tightly in her arms, like he was the most precious thing in the world, and I let out a bitter laugh, tossing the bouquet in my hand into the trash. Pay with my life for him? Julian, was he even worth it? I’d understood it perfectly after I died. There are so many women in the world; why did I have to be obsessed with just one? Especially a toxic poppy that would demand my life as payment. What a waste of time and effort.
And my current situation was perfectly clear. A bouquet, a confession, plus a car accident. Serena’s eyes were filled with disgust when she looked at me; she looked innocent and young. This couldn’t be the Serena I’d spent seven years with, who, after years in the entertainment industry, had long learned how to mask her emotions and wouldn’t be so transparently expressive. That left only one possibility. I had been reborn. And the person in front of me was Serena, seven years ago. I immediately turned around decisively, wanting to be eight hundred miles away from that psycho, but she suddenly called out to stop me. “Liam Davies, what are you doing?! Can’t you see Julian is hurt? Aren’t you going to help?” I glanced over. He was indeed badly injured. Although Julian hadn’t been dragged under the car like in my previous life, he hadn’t completely escaped either. His leg collapsed limply, like two undercooked noodles, blood soaking through his pants. Oh. Looks like he’ll be crippled. I felt a little gleeful. Help, with my own hands? Absolutely not. Out of basic human decency, I dialed 911. “911 is coming right away. Before I leave, there’s something I want to tell you.” The girl looked at me, her expression even more high-and-mighty. She seemed afraid I would come up and pull her away, instinctively clutching the person in her arms even tighter. “If it’s a confession, there’s no need. I…” I smiled, cutting her off. “It’s not a confession. It’s just a blessing.” The siren of the ambulance wailed. I met the girl’s stunned gaze and offered a smile. “Serena, I hope you and Julian find happiness.” Preferably, never separate. Serena’s face darkened. Before Serena could say anything, I turned and walked away. I needed to go home and check what exact point in time I was at now and what I could do. Now, I was sitting in a classroom again. It felt like another lifetime. I listened to the hypnotic drone of the trigonometry lesson. Everyone around me was asleep, but my eyes were wide awake. “Liam Davies, you’re doing great today! So energetic. Everyone should learn from him!” The teacher rarely praised me. But there were no sounds of appreciation from below. I could still hear the deliberately amplified sneers from the two boys next to me. “Learn what? How to be a simp chasing a goddess, or how to stay at the bottom of the class?” “Who doesn’t know what he’s like? Just because he has a few dirty bucks, why’s he acting so arrogant? Maybe when Serena gets back, he’ll be sticking to her like glue again!” I didn’t say anything, just smiled. They weren’t wrong. I did have a few dirty bucks, and I consistently held the last-place spot in class. But those weren’t my weaknesses. The stupidest thing I’d ever done in this class was falling for Serena. Now she was stuck with the hospital drama and couldn’t come back. I looked down at my phone. The media swarmed her like bloodsucking locusts. Logically, she wouldn’t be able to get away anytime soon. I was enjoying my peace. Unfortunately, I soon realized that those good days were coming to an end. While class was in session, someone knocked on the classroom door. I looked up and met the gaze of the person on the podium. Her eyes still held that familiar, high-and-mighty look. Tsk. Serena got free so quickly and came back to class. How annoying. I thought she would at least be a little wary of me. But to my surprise, Serena pointed directly at me from the stage. “I want to sit next to Liam Davies.” My smile froze. I just stared, dumbfounded.
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