Chapter 11 The Murderer
As the thought hit me, a surge of anger filled my chest.
People said that after death, one became a vengeful spirit seeking retribution. But clearly, the rumors were not true. It felt as if there was an invisible barrier confining me..
Even if my enemy was right in front of me. I could do nothing!
I could only watch as she took everything I worked hard for. effortlessly gaining the admiration of everyone.
Those paintings weren’t meant to earn any praise. I created them only to heal myself.
Purchase completed
In the past two years, I was deeply depressed because of Alena. I saw a psychologist who told me that I had severe depression.
Medication could only suppress it, not cure it. He suggested I stay away from the source of my depression or learn how to heal my wounds.
I knew the source was Alena and Kaleb. At that time, I was too obsessed
to let go.
Before I left the Brook family, I often hid in my underground studio to paint. I kept hurting myself and then letting the wound heal. I had done it over and over again.
I never expected that Alena would not even spare my paintings.
Suddenly, someone noticed the signature on the painting, as if they had discovered a new continent.
In my middle school years. I used the alias “S” to participate in a design. competition and gained instant fame.
At that time, my parents had high hopes for me. Fearing they’d think I was wasting time on paintings, I didn’t even show up to receive the award.
I secretly created an account on a social media platform and gained many fans who kept urging me to post new works. I published one piece each. year. This secret was something even Kaleb didn’t know about.
Two years ago, I mistakenly logged into the wrong account, and my new work was published from my main account.
It went viral overnight, trending on social media. I didn’t care about fame, so I didn’t explain and let the fans speculate.
There was much debate online about me. Some said I was S, while others. accused me of riding the coattails of a trending topic.
I didn’t clarify anything, and within half a month, everyone had forgotten about it.
Two years later, Alena dug up my unpublished paintings.
I habitually hid my signature in the paintings. Some old fans easily recognized my style and mistakenly believed that Alena was the painter.
The incident from two years ago was brought up again. Some people criticized me, while others hurried to praise Alena.
Under the title of “prodigy girl,” Alena earned a reputation for being kind and beautiful.
The incident quickly spread online, and people began criticizing me for impersonating S.
All the charity work I had done under the name S was now attributed to
Alena.
Kaleb showed mixed feelings in his eyes. Even though he didn’t know that I was S, he was familiar with my painting style.
“Ally, are these paintings really yours?” he asked.
Alena, on the verge of tears, said, “Kaleb, if not me, who else could it be? Don’t you always say that I’m a good painter?”
“I just feel like it’s not your style.”
“I’m more versatile than you think! I’m always full of surprises, waiting for you to explore.”
As she spoke, her fingers slowly drifted down from Kaleb’s chest. She
was bolder and bolder.
Kaleb didn’t wanna be caught, so he immediately shook off her hand. “The auction is about to start. Let’s go.”
I was forced to enter the auction venue, where many big shots gathered..
Many had come because of S, so the site was crowded.
Kaleb made his way through the crowd, brushing past a man.
“Sorry,” the man’s voice was hoarse. He was hunching over, so I didn’t see
his face.
Yet when the man raised his head, I met his bloodshot eyes.
It was like a bomb.
My heart seemed to have been struck by a heavy blow.
Chapter 11 The Murderer
It was him! The man who killed me! He was right here!
