In the moments before death, one's life scenes flash before their eyes like a revolving lantern.

Especially when the events occurred so recently!

It was Priscilla Bates who brought me down; she was gambling everything on a risky bet!

I wanted to explain, but seeing his furious expression made me feel it was all in vain.

There was no point in explaining; no one would believe me, and they couldn't hear my words!

The phone kept ringing incessantly. Floyd Wilkinson noticed Priscilla Bates' expression and decisively blocked the repeated callers.

They eventually left, and my body moved uncontrollably, having no choice but to follow closely behind them.

More precisely, I had to stay near Floyd Wilkinson.

Is this my punishment for loving him?

I don't know, but I could see them sitting together on the Ferris wheel. As the clock struck midnight, Priscilla Bates bashfully lowered her head in happiness.

Floyd Wilkinson left a tender kiss on her forehead.

He never treated me like that.

Skipping work just to comfort the woman he loves, who had been scared—his feelings were genuine. Unfortunately, they were never directed towards me.

I had thought of bringing him here to chase after the so-called legends, but he never wanted to come.

I could only suppress my thoughts. After all, he was handsome, and I was the one who pursued him first!

"Prissy, this will never happen again, I promise you," Floyd Wilkinson murmured as they got off the Ferris wheel.

I was both furious and amused.

Nonsense, Priscilla Bates caused my death! How could she risk her life for some improbable gamble?

And him, a cheating scoundrel—what right does he have to make such promises?