"Eliza, it's time to go." The cold voice of the prison guard reminded Eliza.
Today was the day of her execution.
Inside jail, Eliza sat curled up in the corner; her hair was disheveled, and she looked like a complete mess.
"Where is Zayden? Why hasn't he come to see me?" Eliza’s voice choked with emotion.
Today was the day of her execution. Was he really that heartless?
The guard’s tone carried a hint of impatience as he said, "Today is the wedding between Mr. Zayden and Naomi. He already said he wants nothing to do with you, even until death. Stop wasting our time."
Upon hearing him, a sharp pain shot through Eliza’s chest.
Naomi? The girl from the Rivers family?
She was also from that family!
A month ago, Zayden was still her husband.
Less than a month after their divorce, was he already in such a hurry to marry Naomi?
Well, of course.
Naomi had always been adored and swarmed by devotion since childhood. She was even Zayden’s first crush.
As for her, she was just a murderer awaiting execution.
Thinking of this, Eliza let out a bitter laugh.
The guard urged her, asking, "If you have any last wishes, speak up. Don’t delay our work."
Eliza asked, "My parents… did they ever bring me up?"
The guard roared, “No!”
Eliza had run someone over, causing their death. The Rivers family had long cut ties with her. How could they possibly remember having a daughter as a murderer?
In fact, the Rivers family strongly demanded her execution.
Everyone in Westbrook knew that the Rivers family’s eldest daughter had a low educational qualification and a bad reputation.
Compared to the second daughter, Naomi, who had a prestigious degree and a good image, the contrast was like night and day.
Hearing the guard’s words, Eliza felt throbbing pain in her chest.
That was right. How could she dare to hope her parents, who pushed for her death sentence, would come and see her one last time?
It turned out that all these years of her life - her cautious efforts and careful flattery—were all in vain.
Whether it was her parents or Zayden.
They had only Naomi in their eyes.
Eliza suddenly felt herself so laughable.
She had humbled herself, endured endless grievance, and she ended up paving the way for Naomi in the end.
A bitter smile spread across Eliza’s lips.
Be it Zayden or her parents, love or kinship - if she had a second chance, she wouldn’t want any of it.
The two guards escorted her to the execution room.
She was pinned to the ground; the gun aimed at her heart.
Eliza slowly closed her eyes.
With a sudden jolt of pain, a loud ringing echoed in her ears.
She didn’t know how long it had passed.
Eliza felt her soul detach from her body and then suddenly plummet.
As if plunging straight into the sea, she was freezing cold all over.
Voices of men shouting and whistling enveloped her.
"Damn, that was intense! She just jumped without hesitation."
All his friends were there.
Among his friends, Eliza wasn’t on the list initially.
It was Naomi who said she wanted to attend his birthday party, so she persuaded Zayden to let her come.
Zayden didn’t want to reject Naomi, so he allowed her on board.
The cold sea breeze made Eliza shiver.
She spotted Zayden on the deck; he was dressed in a white shirt, his youthful face already showing signs of cold detachment.
Zayden was the school heartthrob—his chiseled face and delicate facial features could captivate anyone.
His mature, serious personality attracted countless girls at school.
He was never short of people wooing him. But Eliza was the most shameless among them.
That time, she had come to the birthday party and handed the gift that she had spent effort preparing over to Zayden full of joy.
But without even looking at it, Zayden threw it into the sea.
The others jeered, saying that if she dove in to retrieve the gift, Zayden would accept her feelings.
The result was she really jumped.
She couldn’t swim. In the end, she didn’t get the gift back and had to climb onto the lifeboat in humiliation, heartlessly abandoned by Zayden in the sea.
She rowed the lifeboat for three hours before making it back to shore.
Thinking of all the foolish things she’d done for Zayden, Eliza felt laughable.
Staring at the lifeboat beneath her, Eliza’s eyes darkened.
This time, no one would make fun of her again.
With the sound of gas hissing from a valve, screams erupted from the deck.
"Holy crap! Has Eliza gone mad?"
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