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I died a horrible death. Multiple fractures, including broken ribs that pierced my uterus, caused me to bleed so much that blood soaked the entirety of my deathbed. The very sight of it was so gruesome that it made several medical staff throw up on the spot. Perhaps because of my lingering regrets and resentment, my soul refused to pass on to the next life. While I was staring blankly at my corpse, I heard a familiar voice coming from nearby, prompting me to follow it to the source. True to my assumptions, the one who I heard was indeed Jeremy Stonefield. In the emergency room, he hurriedly put on his surgical scrubs, all while trying to comfort his beloved. "Hold on Celeste, I'll save you." After he finished his preparations, he started performing surgery on Celeste Steinfeld, and it was the most solemn I've ever seen him. He only breathed a sigh of relief when the surgery ended, and as he watched Celeste's vitals stabilize, he asked an assistant to transfer Celeste to a ward for monitoring. The assistant, however, seemed to be hesitant, which prompted Jeremy to ask, "What is it?" The assistant responded, "Dr. Stonefield, are you acquainted with the woman who was admitted together with Miss Steinfeld? Just now, she…" Before the assistant could tell him about my death, Jeremy interrupted him coldly. "I don't know that woman, and I don't want to know her status, either." The assistant nodded in acknowledgment at his reply. When I heard what he said, freezing cold was all I felt in my heart, but I wasn't all that surprised. He was disgusted with me, after all, so why would he admit that I was his fiancée? What he didn't know, however, was that I had died in the ward right next to the one he was in. I thought back to how I had used all my strength to grab the hem of his pants, pleading, "Please save me… I'm going to die… “Don’t abandon me… Please save me…” Anyone who saw the large pool of blood underneath me wouldn't have remained indifferent, yet my beloved fiancé only looked down upon me with disgust. "Elodie, can't you show a little kindness? Don't you see that Celeste is unconscious?!" "Not only did you push her down the stairs, but you're stopping me from saving her? Do you really want her dead that badly?! "I didn't expect you to be such a horrible person!" Hearing this, all I could do was let go of his pant leg, reaching into my pocket so that I could take out the pregnancy test results I received earlier. I wanted to let him know that I was pregnant, with the hopes that he'd save me, if only for the sake of our baby. I didn't have the chance to do so, however, as he refused to spare another glance at me, only barking at me with an authoritative tone, "I'll make sure you pay for this later!" After that, he left with the unconscious Celeste in his arms, and they disappeared from my sight by the time I managed to take the test results out of my pocket. My teardrops stained the test results, blurring my vision as I gazed at the tiny life that had started to take form within me. 'Mommy's sorry, sweetheart. Daddy doesn't love me, so he won't save me, and he won't save you either.'

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After confirming my passing, the hospital contacted the only family member I had left—my father. When he arrived, he was greeted with the sight of my cold corpse. Kneeling on the ground, he sobbed, not understanding why his daughter had passed without warning. With the help of a nurse, he stood up and broken-heartedly started to contact Jeremy, but to no avail. Jeremy hung up on him time and time again, and he ended up not being able to call him altogether. Jeremy had been so annoyed by his repeated attempts that he'd blacklisted my father. After he did so, he tenderly held Celeste's hands, who had just woken up. "I'm so glad you're awake, I was so worried about you…" Celeste was as pale as a sheet, and it looked like a single gust of wind would've been enough to topple her, but I was the only one who knew—she had fallen down those stairs on purpose. With tears in her eyes, she spoke, "Jeremy, I thought I was going to die too… Thank you for operating on me, or else who knows wha

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One thing Jeremy did remember was that I was sent to the same hospital as Celeste, so he wanted to find me so that he could 'serve justice' on her behalf. The moment he left Celeste's ward, a stretcher was wheeled right past him, and I just knew that the body on that stretcher was mine. Even though my body was covered with a piece of white cloth, my hand was left hanging outside and uncovered, revealing the promise ring I was wearing. This was the very ring Jeremy had bought me when he proposed to me eight years ago, and I had never taken it off once. I was confident that Jeremy could recognize that ring. My spirit floated around Jeremy as I tried to tell him that the body was mine, that he only needed one good look to realize it was me. I needed to know how he'd react if he knew that he pushed me and our child into the jaws of death with his own hands. Would he feel any semblance of remorse? Would he have a breakdown, or would it just not mean anything to him whatsoever? "Pleas

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I could only watch helplessly as they gazed into each other's eyes lovingly and embraced each other. And so, Celeste stayed at the hospital for a few days under Jeremy's unfaltering care, and he was the one who helped her out with all her procedures the day she was discharged too. After Celeste was escorted home, she held onto Jeremy, not willing to let go. "Jeremy, I don't want to worry my parents, but I'm a clumsy dummy who can't take care of herself… Can't you stay and keep me company?" Jeremy, as always, enjoyed the feeling of being relied on by Celeste, and he held onto her. "Of course. I'll take a few days off work to take care of you." The resulting pang in my heart was indescribable. To think that the man who I didn't dare inconvenience in the slightest was willing to give himself so freely to another woman. Their sweet embrace was interrupted by a sudden incoming call. Seeing the unfamiliar number, Jeremy confusedly accepted the call, and the voice of my father's shout