All Chapters of In Death, You Finally Learned to Love Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Allen Jones's phone rang again.He stood at the door of the operating room, signing the consent form as Sadie Darby's family member.His ringtone kept echoing through the corridor. One of the Jones family's doctors, noticing it, spoke up with quiet concern."Mr. Jones, your wife has called so many times. It must be urgent. Maybe you should check in on her?"Irritation flickered across Allen's face. His mind was occupied by the surgery Sadie was about to undergo."Ignore her. If she has the time to call me this much, she must be bored at home," he said, his voice cold."She was the one who left after starting a cold war. Does she expect me to beg her to come back? If she wants to leave, let her. For all I care, she never has to return."Five years of marriage, and the only thing she's learned is how to lie. If I believe her now, who knows what tricks she'll pull next? Let her do whatever she wants—I don't care."On the hospital bed, Sadie's pale face held a faint, fragile smile.

My mother stood frozen in place, her tears falling harder and faster."Mia has been married to you for five years, and now she's gone without a trace. If I don't ask you, who else should I ask?" Her voice trembled with rage. "Mia never lies! She must have found out about your affair. The woman lying in that ward—that's your mistress, isn't it? Mia didn't run away. You drove her away, time after time, until she couldn't take it anymore."Her accusations echoed through the hospital corridor. "Love whoever you want, but at least let my daughter go. What did she do wrong? Why should she bear the blame for you and that woman?" Her voice broke, and the anger melted into helpless sorrow.I stood beside her, my vision blurred with tears. I wanted to reach out and wipe the tears from her face, but no matter how much I tried, my hands passed through her like air.Her cries grew louder, each word heavy with grief. When her strength failed, she collapsed to her knees, pleading with everything

On the other end of the line, Allen remained silent for a long time.So long that his assistant thought the phone had malfunctioned.So long that he wondered if Allen had quietly hung up.Just as he was about to end the call, Allen's voice came through, soft and distant. "What did you just say?""Mr. Jones, I said, Madam has passed away," the assistant repeated, his voice cautious. "In the hospital's operating room—right next to Miss Darby's. Her body is still on the operating table. For some reason, no one has taken care of it. You should come and see for yourself. There's blood everywhere."Allen finally came back to his senses. When he spoke, his voice trembled beyond control. "What are you talking about? Mia is fine. She called me yesterday. How could she be dead?"His words quickened, spiraling into disbelief. "I know what's going on. She put you up to this, didn't she? Speak! Is that it? How much did she pay you? Whatever it is, I'll give you ten times more. Just tell me th

The incision stretched from the center of my chest, leaving a long, jagged wound. Beneath the torn flesh, glimpses of my organs and bones lay exposed.Allen wiped the blood from my body, his hands trembling with restrained fury. Then, as if something snapped inside him, he stormed out of the room.He grabbed anyone in sight, his voice sharp and cold. "What happened to Mia's body? Is this how the hospital handles patients?" His questions came rapidly and relentlessly. "Was it you? Did you touch her?"I watched him lose control in the hospital corridor, his face pale and twisted with rage. Tears welled up in my eyes and spilled over, but there was nothing I could do. Nothing he could hear.Time slipped by, heavy and cruel. Eventually, his strength gave out. His back slid down the wall, and he crumpled into a corner, breathless and hollow.His assistant arrived, startled by the sight of him so broken. He hurried over, trying to lift Allen to his feet."We found the doctor who perf

It wasn't that I never told him. He simply never cared enough to listen.My discomfort, my sadness—to him, it was nothing more than petty jealousy, a childish attempt to compete with Sadie for his attention.Tears fell onto the phone screen. Again and again, he reached out to touch my profile picture, but it only felt distant, devoid of warmth. Through the screen, it seemed as if he could still see my smile. But that image faded quickly, replaced by the memory of me lying alone on the operating table.Allen pinned our conversation to the top of his messages and sent a brief instruction to his assistant. He wanted the funeral arranged immediately. This time, he made sure to emphasize one thing—invite every prominent family in the city. He wanted the entire world to know who I was. To know that Mia Davis had been his wife for five years. The woman he cherished, the woman he almost had a child with.The autopsy report came back sooner than expected. It revealed something chilling.