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My spirit floated to the residence of Ava Davis, a woman who had captured my fiancé's heart.

Ava slumbered peacefully in Andrew's embrace.

Andrew gently caressed Ava's hair, his head bent low.

He then checked his phone, frowning at my missed calls.

I let out a bitter laugh, my spirit seeming to fracture. It became clear that Andrew had ignored my call while comforting Ava to sleep.

"Andrew, if you knew this would be my final plea for help, would you regret not answering?" I pondered.

Andrew and I had been in an on-again, off-again relationship for five years, and today, we had finally become engaged.

As Andrew drove me to my parents' house for dinner, he received a call from Ava.

Ava, intoxicated at a bar, had phoned Andrew.

Upon learning it was Ava calling, I had a heated argument with Andrew.

He abandoned me mid-journey to retrieve Ava.

But he was unaware that while he soothed Ava to sleep, a deranged individual was repeatedly stabbing me.