His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 50: Chapter 50
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Three days after regaining my memory, I decided to leave the city, taking grandpa’s ashes back to our hometown.
I closed the fish stall Elon had shut down, planning to start anew as a teacher at a welfare center, helping children who, like me, had been abandoned.
Elon sensed my growing disdain and vanished, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched—like a snake in the shadows.
The night before my train departure, my ID went missing.
Returning to the apartment to search, the door slammed shut behind me.
The room reeked of alcohol, littered with bottles and pills.
Elon had gathered my belongings, arranging them into a twisted nest in the living room.
He lay there, broken, staring at my photos, drowning in pills and alcohol.
He had been waiting for me.
Staggering forward, he held a bottle of clear liquid, his eyes desperate.
I recoiled, gripping the doorknob, but he only smiled, pouring the liquid onto his hand.
The sound of his flesh burning was sickening, his hands corroded to the bone, the air thick with the stench of charred flesh.
I doubled over in disgust, gagging, but this only fed his obsession.
"Emma, I’m clean now. Don’t leave me. Please..."
I shoved him away, vomiting until I could barely breathe, then dialed for help.
I closed the fish stall Elon had shut down, planning to start anew as a teacher at a welfare center, helping children who, like me, had been abandoned.
Elon sensed my growing disdain and vanished, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched—like a snake in the shadows.
The night before my train departure, my ID went missing.
Returning to the apartment to search, the door slammed shut behind me.
The room reeked of alcohol, littered with bottles and pills.
Elon had gathered my belongings, arranging them into a twisted nest in the living room.
He lay there, broken, staring at my photos, drowning in pills and alcohol.
He had been waiting for me.
Staggering forward, he held a bottle of clear liquid, his eyes desperate.
I recoiled, gripping the doorknob, but he only smiled, pouring the liquid onto his hand.
The sound of his flesh burning was sickening, his hands corroded to the bone, the air thick with the stench of charred flesh.
I doubled over in disgust, gagging, but this only fed his obsession.
"Emma, I’m clean now. Don’t leave me. Please..."
I shoved him away, vomiting until I could barely breathe, then dialed for help.
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