Let My Death Complete Your Rhythm

Jude nodded. He was just about to get the car when Thalia suddenly grabbed his hand.

She whimpered, "Jude, my stomach really hurts. Can you take me to the hospital?"

He instinctively reached out to support her, then glanced at me with guilt flickering in his eyes. He hesitated for a second.

"I'm really not feeling well. I'm sure Lyra will understand," Thalia said gently.

He looked at me as if asking for permission. However, his body was already guiding her toward the car.

"It's fine. I'll head over first and wait for you," I replied.

He immediately looked relieved. "Alright. Just wait for me and don't go anywhere. I'll come pick you up in a bit."

After saying this, he helped Thalia into the car, leaving me watching their retreating figures. Meanwhile, I called for a ride and headed to the spot outside the city. Once I arrived, I called Naomi to confirm the plan.

Soon, I would "die" here.

After ending the call, I saw Thalia's Instagram post. The photo showed her lying in a hospital bed, holding another man's hand.

The caption read, "Won an award for my research today! Plus my husband's doting support and care—it's truly been a perfect day!"

I recognized that hand and the wristwatch. It was Jude's; he always wore that watch. I immediately called his number, and after a few rings, Thalia answered.

"Lyra? What's up? Jude's in the shower," she purred, her tone dripping with smug implication.

She added, "Thanks again for the research paper, Lyra. And as for Jude, I didn't even steal him. I gave him to you all those years ago. But I guess you're just not that charming. Seven years and you still couldn't keep your man."

I listened calmly. Though my heart ached with every word, it no longer fueled my anger. I replied, "Thalia, don't waste your breath trying to provoke me. I'll step aside for both of you."

Too lazy to hear more, I just hung up and went to meet Naomi, who was almost here. After everything was set up, it was already dark. Even then, Jude still hadn't appeared, and my phone never rang either.

I looked at the bloodstains below the cliff and the belongings I had left behind. My mind wandered through seven years of married life. The man who showed no expression outside would always come home smiling, give me massages, bring me flowers, and tell me to rest more.

Yet, all of this was ultimately a grand deception. I dialed his number one last time, but no one picked up. Then, I threw my phone over the cliff as well and left the place.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Jude had gotten drinks spilled all over him by Thalia. After showering, he hurriedly grabbed his phone and coat, preparing to leave.

"Jude, where are you going?" Thalia grabbed him with an aggrieved expression.

"Lyra is still waiting for me. Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary, and I promised to spend the entire day with her."

Thalia looked annoyed. "But I'm still not feeling well."

"I'll come to see you immediately after tomorrow," Jude said before rushing out the door.

Just then, the phone in his coat pocket suddenly started vibrating. He answered the call, and the voice on the other end immediately said, "Hello, are you Ms. Lyra Yates' family? I'm sorry to inform you that Ms. Yates has jumped off a cliff."