The End of Us

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

I, too, looked at William in confusion.

He spoke again. “Whitney is mine. Only I can insult her. Why are you all even bringing her up? Don't you feel disgusted by just mentioning her name?”

The group immediately forced out awkward laughs.

"Ah, yes, we spoke out of turn."

"William, don’t be mad."

I stood frozen for a moment before letting out a bitter smile. I allowed myself to sink into the darkness.

Fate always seemed to go against my wishes.

Before, I never wanted to leave William, yet I was forced to. Now, I wished to leave, to never entangle myself with him again, yet I was trapped by his side, bound to him every second of every day.

That night, for the first time in a long while, William returned to our house.

He didn’t seem to sleep well.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up.

He picked up his phone and glanced at the screen. It was filled with missed calls and messages from Jennifer.

He had drunk too much the previous night and never went to see her.

By now, he should probably call her back to smooth things over.

But unexpectedly, William frowned in irritation. Then, without hesitation, he blocked her.

I was puzzled. Weren’t they supposed to be madly in love, ready to spend forever together?

Just as I was wondering, I saw William scrolling through our chat history.

The last message from me was from the night before the wedding.

No matter how much he had humiliated or taken revenge on me in the past, I would always text him the next day, testing his mood and desperately trying to please him. I was terrified that he would abandon me.

But this time, five days had passed, and I hadn’t reached out to him even once.

William stared at the screen for a long time.

He finally typed a question mark in the chat box, only to delete it the next second.

Then, he got out of bed and called for his maid, Stella. “Has Whitney come back in the past few days?”

Stella answered, “Since the day Ms. Spencer left in her wedding dress, she hasn't returned.”

William’s expression instantly turned gloomy. “She’s been gone for days, and you didn’t think to tell me sooner?”

"I–" The maid stammered, unable to find an excuse.

She had merely followed William’s lead.

Since he had always looked down on and insulted me, as his maid, she naturally took the same attitude by treating me with indifference and disrespect.

I couldn’t really blame her for that.

"Get out," William ordered coldly.

Once the room was empty again, he sat back on the bed and murmured, "Gone, huh? Good. This time, you'd better not come back so you won’t be an eyesore anymore."

But strangely, in his voice, I caught a faint trace of something else. It was something that almost sounded like sorrow.

I must have misheard.

William hated me to the core. Why would he feel sorrow over my disappearance?

That night, William got in his car and drove off.

He sped through the streets recklessly, as if trying to outrun something.

I had never seen him like this before. It made me uneasy.

I shouted at the top of my lungs, “William! William, slow down!”

But he couldn’t hear me at all.

Just then, at an intersection ahead, someone ran a red light.

William spotted the person and swerved the car.

He narrowly avoided them, but his car was now headed straight for a concrete wall.

"William!"

Without thinking, I threw myself in front of him, trying to shield him.

But I had forgotten that I was just a spirit.

I couldn’t stop anything.

Bang!

The car crashed violently into the concrete wall.

An ambulance rushed him to the hospital.

I followed him into the emergency room, overcome with anxiety, but there was nothing I could do.

All I could do was stay by his bedside, gripping his hand tightly, calling his name over and over.

Thankfully, the airbag had deployed in time. His life wasn’t in danger, but his legs were severely injured.

After an entire night of emergency treatment, William finally woke up.

To my surprise, as soon as he woke up, he said, "Whitney, you’re back."

His eyes were bright with excitement as he glanced around the room. His expression then turned gloomy.

Suddenly, he grabbed the nurse who was adjusting his IV drip.

"Where’s Whitney? Where is she?"