Chapter 8

At this moment, I decided to let myself off the hook.

"If you truly care for me... then divorce me. Dashiell, I don't want to be entangled with you anymore."

Perhaps our destinies were meant to be like two parallel lines, never intersecting.

Dashiell, however, stubbornly refused to divorce me, claiming that even in death, he would remain my husband.

In the end, amidst his pleas, I boarded the plane without hesitation.

The flight was scheduled to land at noon.

I turned off my phone and took a short nap on the plane.

After landing, I looked around for a while before deciding to call a ride-share on my phone.

However...

Before I could even turn off airplane mode, a knife appeared at my neck.

Stella's voice suddenly rang out behind me.

"Juno, you'd better behave yourself. Don't move."

I held my breath.

The next second, a sweet-smelling cloth was pressed against my nose.

Gradually, I lost consciousness.