Goodbye, My Love

Before she could take another step forward, however, a cold voice echoed from the other end of the line, “Let her die if she wants to.”

“How can you say that, Marco?” Keely’s face turned pale. “My suicide will be broadcast live. I’ll make sure everyone knows it was Loraine who hurt me. I won’t let her get away with it, even if I have to die!” she yelled.

On the other end of the phone, Marco remained silent. His silence, however, only fuelled Keely’s gloomy disposition as she asked in a smug tone, “You don’t believe me?”

Then, with one hand, she took out her phone and began a live stream, wearing a sinister smile on her face.

A heavy silence filled the room as everyone was shocked by her audacious move. The only sound that could be heard was the eerie music playing from the live stream.

After a few seconds, Marco’s cold voice broke the silence.

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“Fine,

Keely, I’m on my way.”

When Keely heard Marco’s statement, she lost all her previous fantasies and expectations. Almost instantly, she became weak and broke into a cold sweat.

The hand in which she held the knife was trembling endlessly and her mind was a mess. She couldn’t help but ask herself, how on earth did she end up like this?

She had done so much to survive and she just couldn’t bear the thought of dying. But she knew very well that Marco didn’t like being threatened, especially not by someone who was risking their life to do so.

When she made this decision, she knew it meant that there would be no possibility of her being with Marco anymore.

Hell, she couldn’t even figure out if Marco’s statement meant that he would come or if it meant that he simply wanted her to face the consequences, or perhaps both.

Whichever it was, there was no going back for her anymore.

She chuckled and shook her head in self-mockery. Even if she hadn’t resorted to this, would she have been able to go back to Marco? Of course, it was never possible.

So, that was why she had to fight for an escape route in a bid to survive.

Meanwhile, people were flooding into the Live stream and the screen was filled with tons of messages. Keely held the knife to her neck and fixed her cold gaze on the screen, keenly watching the comments.

Some of the people recognized who she was and were astonished to see her attempting to commit suicide. Some questioned if she was using it as a publicity stunt to gain sympathy, while others urged her to hurry up and kill herself instead of wasting their time. Also, there were those who criticized the others for lacking empathy and they advised

Keely not to act impulsively.

All kinds of comments were being posted, but most of them Looked outrightly malicious.

Keely screwed her eyes shut, forcing herself to ignore what all of them were saying. Holding the cold blade pressed against her neck for so long, her hand was becoming sore. When it got to the point where she could hardly hold on any longer, Marco arrived.

The man she was crazily in love with came, but he had an icy and indifferent expression on his face as he stood a few steps away from her, looking down at her pathetic appearance.

Keely gazed at his handsome and noble face, and her eyes couldn’t help but fill up with tears.