Chapter 6
The delivery guy handed a large cardboard box to Bradley.
Bradley signed his name and carried the box back to the living room.
His eyes were empty. He didn’t even notice when he accidentally bumped into Amber.
Amber tried to act cute like she always did, holding the place where she had been bumped.
But Bradley’s eyes were only on the cardboard box.
She complained, “Bradley, what’s so interesting about that box? You just bumped into me and didn’t even comfort me like before.”
Bradley ignored her.
The box seemed to have some sort of magic pulling him to open it.
It felt like if he didn’t open it, he would regret it.
Bradley opened the box.
Inside were a few photos and a letter I had left for him.
There were also some gifts he had given me over the years.
I didn’t want any of it anymore.
When Bradley saw the first photo, his heart started to race.
It was the ultrasound report.
He panicked.
Everything in the box showed that I already knew about his affair with Amber.
He thought he had hidden it well.
The letter inside confirmed his guess.
It wasn’t a long letter.
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12:00 PM
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[Bradley, when you read this letter, I may already be gone. I don’t know where I’m going. But I hope we never meet again. I already knew about you and Amber. I was there at the performance that day, watching you confess to her. You even kicked me when you ran off with her, telling me to get out of the way. I knew you planned to fake your death with the plane crash so you could be with her. I was so angry. I hated you for being so heartless, but later, I felt it wasn’t worth it. You’re not worth my time or effort anymore.]
The letter ended there.
Amber glanced at the letter and panicked for a moment.
But the next second, she remembered that I might already be dead.
She scoffed, “Bradley, this is great. Now I can be with you openly. It’s wonderful.”
But Bradley seemed to be triggered by something in the letter.
He suddenly stood up and grabbed Amber by the neck, choking her. “It was you. You told her this, didn’t you?”
Amber quickly struggled for air.
Her face turned red, and she desperately tried to push him away.
Just then, a phone rang, saving her.
Bradley threw her to the ground. She hit the floor hard and groaned in pain.
Bradley acted like he didn’t hear her, focused only on answering the phone.
“Harriet, is that you?” he asked.
There was a pause on the other end of the line before someone spoke.
“Mr. Moore, I’m not Ms. Harriet Foster. I called to inform you that we’ve found her.”
As soon as the call ended, Bradley ran out of the house.
He didn’t even notice Amber lying on the floor, bleeding.
As he passed, he kicked her aside.
Bradley rushed back to Teburn.
The short journey felt unusually long.
He pushed the door open and didn’t see me.
There was a body covered with a white cloth.
He trembled as he reached out and lifted the cloth.
