The Silence After the Call

Before I died, I made one last phone call. It was hung up by Ethan.

He was currently holding another woman, cherishing her like a priceless treasure.

That woman was already showing her pregnancy. My mother-in-law was calling her "sweetheart" with every breath, slipping a family heirloom bracelet onto her wrist.

Ethan looked at her, his eyes filled with gentle indulgence.

What a heartwarming, loving picture.

Fortunately, their happiness was about to be shattered.

Because the news of my death would soon reach them.