The instrument emitted a piercing scream, and I could feel them rushing nervously in a certain direction.

It seemed like Floyd Wilkinson turned around, but he couldn't see me anymore.

We turned into another corridor, like the star-crossed lovers in a soap opera, always missing each other. This was the ending we were meant to have.

Suddenly, my body started to float, and all that excruciating pain disappeared mysteriously.

No, the pain didn't just vanish; I had become a dead person!

I watched as they pushed the lifeless body away, instinctively wanting to follow, but it felt like an invisible wall was blocking me.

I couldn't go any further.

"Did they just bring in a patient in critical condition?"

A voice drifted to me, one I knew well, and my body stiffened uncontrollably.

Floyd Wilkinson appeared, holding Priscilla Bates!

"This is a hospital. Who knows how many people they bring in every day. What's the big deal?" Priscilla Bates clearly didn't care about it at all.

But I scrutinized Floyd Wilkinson.

Lately, he'd been so busy, always with too much to handle every day. It had been a while since I'd really looked at him.

He was still strikingly handsome, even with a bit more weight, it just added to his robust charm.

If it wasn't for that face, I wouldn't have fallen for him so hard.

Who would have thought he'd cheat so easily?

"Floyd Wilkinson, you've caused my death. Are you satisfied?"

I couldn't help but wonder about his feelings. Would he still be this calm if he saw me dead?

But he couldn't hear a thing.

He just subconsciously moved toward my corpse.

Too little, too late, I understood that phrase deeply now.

"Floyd, didn't you say you were taking me out today?"

Priscilla Bates impatiently urged him.

So Floyd Wilkinson set aside his thoughts and prepared to leave with her.

"Floyd Wilkinson, where are you? We've got an emergency; Joan is being resuscitated!"

His phone rang at the worst possible moment. I moved closer to see Linda from our company was calling him.

Because of Priscilla Bates, I didn't have many friends at work.

To avoid standing out, I'd always left behind fake information, so now Linda could only relay the message.

"It's not that serious, is it?" Floyd Wilkinson instinctively dismissed it, sounding irritated. "Why inform me? Shouldn't they call her parents?"

Only immediate family could make decisions about a patient's emergency. Linda called him solely because we were dating.

"Maybe... we should go check on her?" Priscilla Bates finally suggested, her eyes glistening with fake concern. "We were just going up to grab some clothes. She said the view was nice over there, and that's why I went to look."

"Who would have thought..."

Before she could finish, Priscilla Bates started sobbing pitiably,

Anyone who didn't know better would think I had harmed her!

Floyd Wilkinson, who had started to change direction, abruptly halted and sneered, "If she dared to do this, she must have wanted to hurt you. She needs to learn her lesson!"

A lesson? What did I ever do wrong?