Chapter 3

The estate was huge, with a riding arena built on the sprawling green lawn.

The decor was in my favorite royal blue, with every piece of furniture and decoration matching my tastes.

One room was filled wall-to-wall with photos of me.

Looking closely, I realized they spanned from my sophomore year of college up until now. I had been under this man's lens almost every moment.

On the floor were faint bloodstains from where he had slit his wrists, giving off a slight metallic smell.

Each revelation was more shocking and suffocating than the last, yet strangely heartbreaking.

I couldn't help feeling angry too.

If he liked me, why didn't he just say so?

Bursting into my home like a bandit, demanding marriage right off the bat - how could I possibly feel at ease marrying him?

Now with this tragic outcome, was he trying to make me feel guilty and regretful, to never forget him for the rest of my life?

Dream on - I ended up donating all the assets, including that mansion.

The cleaning lady tore down the photos on the wall, carelessly tossing them on the floor to cover the bloodstains...

Adrian's brief yet legendary life had vanished without a trace from this world.