"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."
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