Faking My Death to Destroy My Fiancé - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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Every time he tried to speak, only a broken, hollow whimper escaped his lips. The night wind howled through the curtains, carrying with it an unbearable sting—like a thousand knives carving into his skin. The pain radiated from the deepest part of his heart, shaking him to his core.
Matthew trembled, helpless against the agony consuming him. It wasn't just physical—it felt like his entire being was being ripped apart. Desperate, he fumbled for his phone, hands shaking as he scrolled through the messages between Cassandra and Julia.
The moment he saw them, the ground dropped from beneath him. His body froze, as if time itself had stopped. He could barely breathe. The weight of what he was reading dragged him down into an abyss of guilt and regret.
At five in the morning, when the world outside was still wrapped in the fog of sleep, a strangled cry of regret tore through the silence of the villa's master bedroom. Without thinking, Matthew shot to his feet, moving like a man possessed, and bolted toward Cassandra's room.
But when he threw open the door, the sight shattered him. The room—once warm, once filled with love—was empty. She was gone. Only the ghost of her presence remained.
Matthew collapsed to the floor, his body wracked with uncontrollable tremors. Tears streamed down his face as the full weight of his mistakes crashed over him. Too late. He had lost her.
It turned out Cassandra's suffering had started the moment Julia sent that post—visible only to her. Every message, every cruel update, had been another dagger to her heart, pushing her further away until there was no coming back.
Matthew remembered her words, spoken lightly as they folded paper stars together: "When you hurt me 100 times for Julia, Cassey who loves you will be lifeless." Back then, he'd laughed it off as a joke. But now, seeing the truth laid bare, he understood. She hadn't been teasing. She'd been begging for his attention, his love—while he looked the other way.
With trembling hands, he opened the first paper star.
"On August 2nd, Matthew stayed over at Julia's. I'm so sad."
A small crying face followed the words. The pain in his chest was sharp, suffocating. How had he missed this? How had he not seen the tears she'd hidden from him?
He opened another.
"On September 11th, Matthew went to accompany Julia again, saying it was for work. But I'm in pain too. Every day I'm in pain. How come you can't see me?"
Her voice echoed in his mind like a drumbeat. She'd known. She'd seen through every lie and pretended not to. She'd given him chance after chance, waiting for him to turn back—but he never had. And now, even as she lay dying, she never heard his apology. She'd waited. He never came.
The last star was the worst.
"Matthew, when will you turn around and look at me? Cassey, I can't hold on any longer."
The words hit him like a tidal wave, crushing what little resolve he had left. His heart tore apart, piece by piece. He collapsed, sobbing, unable to stand. The sunrise spilled through the clouds, glinting off the star-shaped glass jar—but it brought no light to his darkness.
Then—crack.
The jar shattered, two sharp breaks—one for him, one for her.
His fingers trembled as he tried to piece the shards back together, running his hands over the cracks as if he could undo them. But it was useless. The damage was done. Time couldn't be rewound. Cassandra was gone, and nothing could bring her back.
His frantic gaze darted around the room—and then he noticed it. Missing. The wedding photo, the one she'd kept in the frame. The symbol of all their love, all their promises. Gone.
A terrible realization washed over him. It wasn't just the photo. Every trace of her, every remnant of her love, had vanished.
The servants, watching silently from a distance, stood frozen as the president of Lawrence Group—a man who'd once commanded power effortlessly—crumpled to his knees in despair.
Matthew had never felt so helpless. He had everything, yet he'd lost the only thing that mattered. And now, all that remained was the crushing truth:
He would never see her again.
Matthew trembled, helpless against the agony consuming him. It wasn't just physical—it felt like his entire being was being ripped apart. Desperate, he fumbled for his phone, hands shaking as he scrolled through the messages between Cassandra and Julia.
The moment he saw them, the ground dropped from beneath him. His body froze, as if time itself had stopped. He could barely breathe. The weight of what he was reading dragged him down into an abyss of guilt and regret.
At five in the morning, when the world outside was still wrapped in the fog of sleep, a strangled cry of regret tore through the silence of the villa's master bedroom. Without thinking, Matthew shot to his feet, moving like a man possessed, and bolted toward Cassandra's room.
But when he threw open the door, the sight shattered him. The room—once warm, once filled with love—was empty. She was gone. Only the ghost of her presence remained.
Matthew collapsed to the floor, his body wracked with uncontrollable tremors. Tears streamed down his face as the full weight of his mistakes crashed over him. Too late. He had lost her.
It turned out Cassandra's suffering had started the moment Julia sent that post—visible only to her. Every message, every cruel update, had been another dagger to her heart, pushing her further away until there was no coming back.
Matthew remembered her words, spoken lightly as they folded paper stars together: "When you hurt me 100 times for Julia, Cassey who loves you will be lifeless." Back then, he'd laughed it off as a joke. But now, seeing the truth laid bare, he understood. She hadn't been teasing. She'd been begging for his attention, his love—while he looked the other way.
With trembling hands, he opened the first paper star.
"On August 2nd, Matthew stayed over at Julia's. I'm so sad."
A small crying face followed the words. The pain in his chest was sharp, suffocating. How had he missed this? How had he not seen the tears she'd hidden from him?
He opened another.
"On September 11th, Matthew went to accompany Julia again, saying it was for work. But I'm in pain too. Every day I'm in pain. How come you can't see me?"
Her voice echoed in his mind like a drumbeat. She'd known. She'd seen through every lie and pretended not to. She'd given him chance after chance, waiting for him to turn back—but he never had. And now, even as she lay dying, she never heard his apology. She'd waited. He never came.
The last star was the worst.
"Matthew, when will you turn around and look at me? Cassey, I can't hold on any longer."
The words hit him like a tidal wave, crushing what little resolve he had left. His heart tore apart, piece by piece. He collapsed, sobbing, unable to stand. The sunrise spilled through the clouds, glinting off the star-shaped glass jar—but it brought no light to his darkness.
Then—crack.
The jar shattered, two sharp breaks—one for him, one for her.
His fingers trembled as he tried to piece the shards back together, running his hands over the cracks as if he could undo them. But it was useless. The damage was done. Time couldn't be rewound. Cassandra was gone, and nothing could bring her back.
His frantic gaze darted around the room—and then he noticed it. Missing. The wedding photo, the one she'd kept in the frame. The symbol of all their love, all their promises. Gone.
A terrible realization washed over him. It wasn't just the photo. Every trace of her, every remnant of her love, had vanished.
The servants, watching silently from a distance, stood frozen as the president of Lawrence Group—a man who'd once commanded power effortlessly—crumpled to his knees in despair.
Matthew had never felt so helpless. He had everything, yet he'd lost the only thing that mattered. And now, all that remained was the crushing truth:
He would never see her again.
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