Just when I thought Maximo's patience had run out, he suddenly put down his phone, stood up and opened the refrigerator.
Half an hour later, three of my favorite dishes were on the table.
He snapped a photo and sent it to me, [I already told you I treated Matilda first because she had a seizure. You were only lightly bumped a few times, but she was scared and crying. Can’t you be more understanding?]
He sighed, as if making some grand compromise, [You don’t have to apologize this time. But don’t let it happen again. We’re getting married—don’t be so childish. Come back soon, we’ll get our marriage certificate after dinner.]
The message had just been sent when a phone call popped up.
Matilda's cries were piercingly shrill, "Max, Terra is trying to kill me!”
“Ahh, get away! Help! Max..."
When Maximo arrived, the ward was a mess.
A white noise track of a torrential downpour played on a loop on the bedside table.
Matilda huddled in a corner, screaming hysterically whenever anyone approached.
Maximo rushed over and tenderly pulled her into his arms.
"Matilda, don't be afraid, I am here."
Her face was deathly pale, tears streaming down her face. "Terra called me a vixen, a mistress and said my sister deserved to die. She sent me a video saying if I kept bothering you, she'd torture me to death like my sister."
"Max, I'm so scared. Am I really a mistress? Will you leave me like my sister did? Will you abandon me?"
I stared at Matilda in shock, stunned by how well she acted.
She was the one who ran me over, yet even after I died, she still tried to blame me.
I can’t forget her eyes—colder than a viper’s—as she stepped on the gas and crushed me through the windshield.
Matilda wasn’t panicking. She meant to kill me.
I looked at Maximo, hoping that after three years together, even if he never chose me, he at least knew I wasn’t someone who’d do something so cruel.
But I forgot—when it came to Matilda, everything about me meant nothing.
Maximo was terrifyingly calm. He turned off the white noise and stared intently at the number I had sent, his eyes growing colder and colder.
He scooped Matilda up and placed her on the bed, gently wiping away her broken tears. His tone was gentler than I had ever heard before.
"Matilda, you aren't the other woman, Terra is."
After saying that, he took out the wedding ring from his pocket.