Chapter 4

"Why are you doing this, Scarlett?"

Liam put on a heartbroken expression.

Then, behind everyone's back, he texted me again.

"That's enough, we're in a win-win situation now."

"If I'm rich, doesn't that mean you're rich too? I'll still love you as always, isn't that good?"

"Do you really want to cause trouble?"

Who was causing trouble?

You're the one who erased my identity!

I clutched my chest miserably, a sharp pain twisting in my heart.

I pushed through the crowd and left.

Just you wait, you jerk!

I didn't know where to go. I'd been starving for a whole day, so I stumbled into a diner, standing awkwardly at the entrance.

"Sir, could I please have a bowl of soup? I don't have any money."

I emptied all my pockets and took off the beautiful stone bracelet from my left wrist.

This was the first piece of jewelry Liam ever gave me.

I really liked stones, and Liam said he'd buy me one.

We were poor then, so I said he didn't have to, but I didn't expect Liam to save up for a bracelet by eating instant noodles every day.

"You really bought it."

"Yeah, it looks so good on you, just as beautiful as I imagined."

He smiled and took several photos of me.

I’d already guessed-he'd measured my wrist late at night.

"A bracelet this fine for just a bowl of soup?"

"Yes, I don't want it anymore."

"No need, it's on me."

The owner stubbornly refused to take it, so I just placed the bracelet on the table.

"Did something happen to you?" the owner cautiously asked.

My mouth opened and closed, but I couldn't speak.

How could I explain that my own husband had issued a death certificate for me and erased my identity?

"Tell me about it. Consider it a bowl of spaghetti for your story."

Finally, I told the owner my experience.

I originally thought the owner wouldn't believe me, but to my surprise, he actually wanted to introduce his daughter to me.

"My daughter is a journalist. I think she'll definitely be interested in your story! She can help you! Trust me!"

"Really?" My eyes lit up.

Soon, the owner's daughter, Anya Henderson, arrived.

She patted my shoulder and said, "Don't worry! Tomorrow, I'll give this world the truth!"

My funeral was tomorrow.

Liam had booked a spectacular venue to perform his deep devotion to me.

The place was packed with media. His eyes were red-rimmed, his voice a sandpaper whisper of grief.

"Thank you for honoring my late wife,” he told the sea of lenses

The livestream views skyrocketed.

"Let us commemorate Ms. Scarlett Hayes."

That’s when I walked in. Still in my hospital gown.

All eyes locked on me.

"I hear you're holding a funeral for someone who's still alive?"