I thought I would remain lying on the cold floor.
Until my body started to rot and someone finally found me.
Unexpectedly, the man, my husband in name, returned.
He carried a chainsaw, walking towards me with a blank expression.
His gaze faltered slightly when he saw the white medical kit in the middle of the cabinet.
That was the medical kit I had prepared specially for him.
After my parents pleaded with me, I had resigned myself to my fate, my heart died.
No one would ever love me. My only purpose was to sacrifice myself for my sister.
On our wedding day, the man gently touched my face.
"Carol, we're finally married. I'll take care of you for the rest of my life."
The love in his eyes was almost reverent.
It is something I have always longed for.
Unfortunately, he didn't love me; he loved my sister.
That sincere affection wasn't meant for me.
I closed my eyes bitterly, hesitating whether to tell him the truth before he discovered it himself.
When I opened my eyes, I noticed several wounds on his body.
Remembering his dangerous background, I swallowed the truth back down.
Even at that moment, I still wanted to protect my family.
The next day, I went out and prepared a special medical kit for him.
Inside, besides regular cold medicine, there were special treatments for injuries caused by sticks and knives.
That night, the man sat quietly as I treated his wounds.
He picked up a bottle of antiseptic, stared at the instructions, and fell silent.
I watched him, trying to read his expression.
Suddenly, he looked at my body with anger on his face.
"All this useless stuff. If you hadn't pretended to be your sister, I wouldn't have done this."
"Now you're dead, and I have to go on the run."
But I never intended to impersonate my sister.
I rushed forward, trying to stop him from getting closer.
But no matter how hard I tried, it was useless.
I could only watch helplessly.
Watch as I slowly turned into pieces.
Would no one ever discover the truth?
6
On the fifteenth day after my death, my parents still hadn't contacted me.
My sister and her new husband went on their honeymoon, and my parents were closely following her updates on social media, never once thinking about me.
When the police called, my father angrily snapped,
"What nonsense! A scam call, my daughter is alive and well, on her honeymoon with her husband, and you're telling me she's dead?"