Chapter 8
Celia was eventually brought back from the brink.
When she woke up, the room was empty except for the monotonous beeping of monitors.
A nurse rushed over when she saw Celia was awake, trying to convince her to rest longer, but Celia yanked the IV needle from her hand and stumbled out of bed.
“Miss Fairborne! You can’t be discharged yet!” The nurse tried to stop her in panic.
“Thanks, but I’m dying anyway. I don’t want it to be here.” Her voice was soft as a whisper but carried unshakable resolve.
The nurse was startled by the emptiness in her eyes and instinctively stepped back.
Celia dragged her battered body out of the hospital, one painful step at a time.
When she pushed open the front door at home, Aurelian and Silas were sitting on the living room couch. They heard her come in but didn’t even look up.
“Finally decided to come home?” Aurelian sneered. “Done with the death act?”
Silas flipped through some documents, his tone mocking. “Making up stories about being in the ER just to get us to back off? Really?”
“Even if you actually died,” Aurelian finally glanced up, his eyes cold as ice, “we wouldn’t give a damn.”
Celia stood in the doorway, sunlight streaming in behind her and casting her thin shadow on the floor.
She didn’t explain or break down. She just looked at them quietly for a moment, then turned and went to her room.
For the next few days, Celia stayed locked in her room, quiet as a ghost.
Aurelian and Silas didn’t bother her for once, even thinking she’d finally “learned her place.”
Until her birthday arrived.
Aurelian knocked on her door, holding an elegant dress. “It’s your birthday. We’ve got a surprise for you.”
Silas stood behind him with a rare gentle smile. “Get dressed. We’re taking you somewhere special.”
Looking at their fake smiles, Celia almost wanted to laugh.
She knew exactly what “surprise” they had planned.
Today they’d tell her that her parents and Mireya weren’t really dead–it had all been an act.
They’d graciously say that as long as she stopped targeting Mireya, everything could go back to how it was.
But…
There was no going back. Not anymore.
“I need a few minutes to get ready,” she said softly. “You guys go ahead.”
Silas frowned but eventually nodded. “Hurry up. Don’t keep us waiting too long.”
After they left, Celia put on the dress–a long white gown, pure as a wedding dress.
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But she didn’t go to the hotel. Instead, she walked alone to the river bridge.
Night wind lifted her skirt as the water rushed endlessly below.
Standing at the railing, she gazed at the distant city lights and remembered years ago.
Dad carrying her on his shoulders to watch fireworks.
Mom gently brushing her hair.
Silas running to every candy shop on the street just because she mentioned wanting sweets.
Aurelian under this same starry sky, blushing as he said, “Celia, I’ll be good to you forever.”
Those beautiful memories now felt like an impossible dream.
Her phone suddenly rang–Aurelian calling. “Celia, where are you? We’re waiting to give you your surprise.”
Celia looked at the dark water below. “You prepared a surprise for me, and I’ve got one for you too.”
“You don’t need to prepare anything!” Silas grabbed the phone. “Celia, just get over here! We’ve got something important to tell you!”
“I can’t make it.”
“What?”
She stared into the black water. “Come to the river bridge. My surprise for you is here.”
She hung up and placed her cancer diagnosis and the necklace recording Raya’s confession on the railing.
The night wind caught her hair as perfect calm settled over her heart.
She took one last look at the glittering city, then climbed over the railing without hesitation. She left no final words.
SPLASH!
The freezing water swallowed her instantly.
The river was bone–chilling, but she felt free.
From now on, nothing in this world could hurt her anymore.
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