Chapter 3

The estate was massive, with lush green lawns and even a racetrack.

The decor was in my favorite shade of navy blue. The furniture, decorations - everything matched my tastes perfectly.

One room was filled wall-to-wall with photos of me. I examined them closely and realized they spanned from my sophomore year of college up until now. It seemed 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 scent.

Each revelation left me stunned, horrified, and inexplicably sad.

I couldn't help feeling angry too. If he liked me, why didn't he just say so? Bursting into my home and demanding marriage like some kind of bandit - how could I possibly feel at ease marrying him?

Was this gruesome scene meant to make me feel guilty and unable to forget him for the rest of my life?

Dream on. I ended up donating all the assets, including the mansion, to charity.

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

And just like that, all traces of Ethan's brief but remarkable life vanished from this world.