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Julian went up the mountain and found Elder Rhys, a shaman, and recounted the
miraculous story of my resurrection. Chloe didn’t want to come, but Julian insisted on
bringing her, so she had no choice. Elder Rhys spoke very clearly.
He said that I had indeed died by suicide that day. My ability to walk among the living
afterward meant that an obsession remained unresolved.
If it wasn’t resolved, I would become a terrifying vengeful spirit, forever trapped.
Julian anxiously asked, “The last time I saw her, her body was slowly disappearing. What
does that mean?”
Elder Rhys showed a relieved smile. “That means her obsession has been resolved. You
did well; you didn’t let her suffer further.”
Julian’s face did not brighten with the Elder’s words. Instead, it grew increasingly pale.
Because he knew he hadn’t done anything right.
He had ignored my pleas, abandoning me three times. He only now realized how many
chances I had given him.
How many times I had wanted him to choose me, not Chloe. But he had failed every
single time.
So, what had I given up when I stopped being obsessed? Julian was a smart man; he
knew that the only thing I could give up was him.
So, he asked Elder Rhys, his face ashen, “Can you let me see her one more time? I’ll pay
any amount of money.”
Elder Rhys’s expression was grim. He said, “It’s not that I can’t summon Anya’s soul for
you.
But the person beside you owes Anya a blood debt. While you don’t directly owe one,
karmically, you caused her to experience the agony of death twice.”
“If I were to make Anya appear, I’m not certain the outcome of your reunion would be a
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Julian was stunned. “Blood debt? Are you sure? It’s not me who owes it, it’s Chloe?”
Elder Rhys confirmed. “There is no mistake.”
He looked at Chloe in disbelief, and a terrifying thought surfaced. Julian knew I had died by suicide.
And what led to my suicide were those kidnappers who tortured me. If Chloe’s blood debt was related to me, then there must be some intricate connection between her and the
kidnappers.
Julian suddenly remembered that before I and Chloe were kidnapped, he had transferred twenty million dollars to Chloe.
He thought Chloe was buying a house or a car. But was there a possibility that she had bought ten desperate criminals?
If so, why did the kidnappers let Chloe go so easily, yet brutally torture me? The answer seemed to emerge.
Chloe saw Julian’s eyes growing colder and colder.
The fear of me, combined with her guilt towards Julian, nearly pushed her to a breakdown. So, she immediately knelt down. She hugged Julian’s legs and pleaded.
“Julian, no, Julian, I did it all for you!”
“You kept saying you hated Anya, but she just wouldn’t divorce you, that’s why I resorted to that plan!”
“I thought if I had those people scare Anya, break her spirit, she wouldn’t cling to you
anymore.”
“But I didn’t know they would actually hurt her, kill her! Oh, no, Anya committed suicide,
so her death truly has nothing to do with me!”
Julian kicked her hard in the chest. Chloe gasped for breath, reeling. “How dare you try to
justify yourself?”
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“And who do you think you are? You’re not even a plaything. What Anya and I do is none of your business!”
Julian’s fury was immense. But he wasn’t as self–righteous as he seemed. Because he knew very well who had given others the audacity to hurt me all these years.
Who had handed them the knife. The true murderer who had killed me.
It was precisely because he knew that he wanted to deal with Chloe quickly, as if he could shed his own sin that way.
Chloe cried, begging him not to call the police. She didn’t want to go to prison. Julian’s eyes were glistening, and his words were ashen.
“Letting you die is too easy, Chloe. Anya suffered so much torture. Do you think a few years in prison can make up for that?”
Elder Rhys had been watching from the side. He helplessly advised Julian. Everything was predestined.
If Julian had truly committed a sin of murder, he would have to pay for it by being cast into the eighteen layers of hell after death.
