The Woman From Hell
Chapter 1218

Chapter 1218

My instinct to survive made me cry out, but there was no living person here except me and this man. No one would hear my cries for help.

Darkness encroached on me, and the fear of death made me cry.

I would die if no one came to save me in time.

It might be a long time after my death before anyone finds out.

Who was it who hated me so much?

My mind went through all the people who might want me dead, but I could not pinpoint a particular person.

The most depressing thing of all was knowing that I was going to die soon

without knowing who killed me.

The temperature in the mortuary cabinet was so cold that my teeth were chattering and my body was shaking. I tried to curl up and hug myself, but I simply could not. My body had begun to stiffen.

I never thought that I would end up dying like this.

What I did not expect was that I remained alive even when Cindy and Petra were so eager to have me dead. I also made it out alive when I was taken abroad and in grave danger. Yet in the end, I was going to die here—in the hands of someone I did not even know.

I had not seen Munchkin yet, I had not apologized to him for my untimely departure, and I had not seen him grow up.

I had not met Cassey's child either. I had not called Petra and Grayson 'Mom' and ‘Dad’ yet. I had not told them that I no longer hated them.

I also had not told Theo how much I loved him and wanted to give him a child. I looked forward to having a grand wedding with him and growing old together.

I felt unwilling. There were still many things waiting for me to do. There were too many things I had yet to say. I did not want to die like this.

I did not even have any strength left to move my lips and could only silently feel my life force seeping out of me. My nerves felt like they were gradually freezing up.

Having to silently wait for my death had put me in despair.

I could not even cry, and my consciousness gradually blurred.

Someone once defined death by saying that a person would die three times.

The first time was when one stopped breathing. One would be biologically dead.

The second time was during the burial ceremony. One’s social relations would end.

The third time was when one was forgotten and when nobody would remember one anymore. That was when one was truly dead forever.

I seemed to be experiencing the first death at this moment. My breathing gradually weakened, my heart rate was slowing down, and I was going to die very soon.

I could not hang on until someone came to save me. Death was imminent.

I had too many regrets in life. These regrets could never be fulfilled anymore.

I closed my eyes and accepted the impending doom.

Bang!

A loud bang rang in my ears, and I widened my eyes immediately.

The mortuary cabinet was pulled open, and I saw light once more.

The man was just like a divine being, his tall figure enveloping me.

I burst into tears. This man was my savior.

He would always be there for me when I needed him.

Theo picked up my stiff body with a horrified look on his face. He then held me tightly in his arms and transferred heat to my body.

However, my body had already frozen up and I could not feel any warmth.

I wanted to hold him and talk to him but had no strength to do so.

I could always relax when I was in his arms.

My nerves gradually relaxed. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

I had a dream. A tremendously stunning lady was holding an infant in her arms and had walked for a long while in the show. She put the child down when she could walk no more. She knelt in the snow and kissed her child before letting out an earpiercing cry.