Chapter 7
xx
The person lying there was unrecognizable. It could only be identified as me by the clothes and the bracelet on the wrist.
Bradley took several steps back in disbelief.
He muttered, “This is impossible. Harriet wouldn’t die.”
He crouched down, covering his face.
The police officer sighed without saying a word,
After a moment, he patted Bradley on the shoulder.
12:00 PM
<
He said, “Sir, prepare for the funeral.”
Then he turned and walked away.
Bradley forced himself to stand. He moved step by step closer to the body but didn’t dare to touch it.
He still didn’t believe it. Or rather, he refused to believe I was dead.
He brought my body back but didn’t cremate it. Instead, he kept it in the basement.
Then he began desperately searching for me.
He spent money on advertisements to spread the word.
He even paid to appear on a TV show just to find me.
“Mr. Moore, what is your purpose for joining this program?” asked the host.
Bradley’s were red. His voice choked with emotion.
He said, “I want the audience to help me find my girlfriend.
“Her name is Harriet. She went missing about two months ago.
“I can’t find her. Please, I beg you, help me.”
His face was covered in tears.
He looked like he truly loved me.
The host and audience were moved to tears.
They all promised to help him.
The show quickly went
viral online.
Everyone praised Bradley for being devoted and loyal.
But within days, someone exposed his true nature.
It was an audience member from the music concert where he confessed to Amber.
“If I remember correctly, this guy confessed to another girl at his concert a few months ago.
“And the girl wasn’t this Harriet he’s talking about.”
Once one person spoke out, others followed.
More and more people posted videos from that night.
Some even captured me sitting in the audience, watching as Bradley confessed to Amber.
In an instant, his good reputation was ruined.
The internet was filled with insults against him.
Even Amber’s information was exposed.
Her role as the other woman was confirmed, and she was criticized just as harshly.
Bradley was fired from his orchestra.
Amber didn’t dare to leave her home because of the backlash.
Meanwhile, I basked in the sunlight of Teburn. The outside world couldn’t disturb me anymore.
“Harriet, do you want to ride a horse? I can take you to see my pony,” Laze Cotton asked, running up to me.
He looked at me eagerly.
I met him in Teburn. He was a local.
Over time, we started talking more.
He taught me Teburnan words that were hard to pronounce.
I corrected his awkward accent.
I turned to him when I heard his voice.
“But I don’t know how to ride a horse,” I replied.
Laze smiled brightly, looking confident.
He said, “No problem. I’ll teach you. I’ll keep you safe.”
For a moment, I was dazed.
In their language, “Laze” meant beautiful. His face truly matched the word.
After a few seconds, I snapped out of it.
“Then I’ll leave my safety to you. You better protect me well,” I replied playfully.
He stared at me seriously and nodded firmly, as if he were agreeing to something very important.
I looked into his eyes. They seemed to hold only me.
I reached out my hand to him.
