Stop Your Crocodile Tears

At the doctor's office, Austin answered the questions about Luna's condition with ease. He seemed to know more about Luna than she did, including her menstrual cycle and the brand of tampon she regularly used. Concern was etched on his face as if Luna were giving birth.

In the past, I had asked him to give me some heat packs to relieve my menstrual cramps, but he had ignored me and played his games.

His once good-looking face looked appalling to me at this moment. I remembered he had said to me, "I'm a man. I'm bad at taking care of others."

I tried to trick myself into thinking that Austin was perhaps telling the truth. He crossed my boundaries multiple times, but I forgave him because he had saved my life once.

Now that I had lost my life because of him, it was time I stopped lying to myself. That man never loved me. I was never his priority.

Austin left the hospital with Luna. He treated her like a precious, fragile item. When she playfully punched him in the chest, he played along and leaned backward.

Mandy showed up with an icy expression. She stopped him. "Where's Ruby? She's supposed to be at the hospital for a consultation. She told me she was celebrating your fifth wedding anniversary, but why are you with this woman? Where's Ruby?"

Mandy, my half-sister, took care of me after Mom passed away. I teared up at the sight of her worried face.

Luna slickly replied, "How would we know? I'm having stomach cramps. We're leaving now."

She pulled Austin along, but Mandy stopped them to ask about me. She might look calm on the surface, but I could tell she was on the verge of a breakdown.

She argued, "I can't reach Ruby! She promised she would come in for a consultation. You know her. She always keeps her promises. Austin Milley, where is she?"

Austin's patience wore thin, but he suppressed his anger and replied coldly to Mandy, whom he had always feared. "We went rock climbing and returned on different planes. Ruby boarded the second plane. I hadn't planned to leave her behind, but Luna needed medical attention."

Mandy grew incensed. Her lips trembled in rage as she pointed at Luna and barked at Austin, "How dare you leave my sister behind and bring this woman back instead? Ruby has heart issues! What you did was no different than murder! How could you bring Ruby for rock climbing when you clearly knew her condition?"

I stood beside Mandy and watched as she trembled from head to toe. I instinctively reached out to hold her hand and comfort her, but I could not even touch her skin.

Overcome with regret, I could only hope I would never run into Austin and Luna in my next life.

Luna crouched on the floor and put on a brave face, as though she was trying to look fine despite the terrible pain. As expected, she won Austin's sympathy. He scooped her into his arms and ignored Mandy's accusations.

I felt guilty at the sight of Mandy's pale face. Mandy could have lived a good life. She wouldn't have had to be put through this if it weren't for me.

I wondered, "Austin, will you feel guilty if you know that I died because of your little 'exercise'?"

Austin's phone was flooded with multiple texts. He carried Luna with one arm while she wrapped her arms around his neck. She fished his phone out of his pocket with such accuracy like they had done this a thousand times.

She entered the passcode on his phone—one that I had no idea about. Skimming through the texts, she smirked. "Austin, your wife texted you. She said she hates you and wants a divorce."

The text I sent before my death had finally been delivered, perhaps because the rescue team had found my body. If so, Mandy must have received my text too.

Austin carried Luna with a flat expression on his face. "Sure, I'll divorce her. Text her back: let's get a divorce. Don't take back your word."

Luna let out a muffled chuckle as she leaned closer into Austin's body. "Are you still making me reply to her texts for you? I've done that too many times. What if she cries and complains about her heart issues again?"

Her words dropped a bombshell on me. She continued talking with a nonchalant look.