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Chapter 8 

A week later, something happened to Daniel. 

My assistant was the one who told me. 

She carefully pushed open my office door. “Miss Brown, there’s some news…” 

“Go ahead.” 

I didn’t look up, still reviewing a document. 

“Mr. Daniel Brown was in a car accident on his way home. His car went off a cliff. He died at the 

scene.” 

My pen paused for a moment, then I continued signing the paper. 

“Understood.” 

My assistant froze, clearly stunned by how calm I was. 

“Are you… are you alright?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” 

I looked up at her. “Go back to work.” 

After she left, I walked over to the floor–to–ceiling window. 

Daniel was dead. 

I waited for the grief to hit for the tears to blur my vision–for that sharp, gut–wrenching pain. 

But nothing came. 

My heart was still. As if I’d just heard of a stranger’s death. 

At Daniel’s funeral, the entire hall was draped in black ribbons and filled with white roses. 

Many people came to offer condolences–business partners and friends. 

I wore a simple black suit and stood in the last row. 

No one knew that the man lying in the coffin had once been the most important person in my life. 

I looked at his peaceful profile and remembered how, when he was sick as a child, I used to kiss his 

forehead in secret. 

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Back then, he slept so soundly–just like now. 

Except back then, he’d wake up and smile at me, ruffle my hair, and say, “Hannali, you’re such a 

good girl.” 

Now, he would never wake again. 

He died the moment he chose to believe Sophia over 

Hed 

died the night he made me kneel in the rain until I passed out; 

He died when he threw our memories into the fire with his own bands. 

That Daniel had already died long ago. 

Just then, I saw Sophia. 

She stood in the corner of the hall, wearing a black veil, but I recognized her instantly. 

Her eyes were filled with madness and glee, like a demon waiting to enjoy someone else’s misery. 

She thought I would fall apart. That I’d break down in tears. That I’d kneel before the coffin in 

agony. 

But all she got was my indifference and composure. 

After the ceremony, guests left in small groups. 

I remained where I was, watching the staff clean up the venue. 

“Aren’t you sad?!” 

Sophia couldn’t hold back any longer. She tore off her veil and rushed toward me. 

Her face was twisted in rage. “He’s dead! Daniel is dead!” 

“What does that have to do with me?” I asked flatly. 

Her expression grew even more distorted. “How can you not be heartbroken?! You loved him for so 

many years!” 

“I did love him,” I admitted, my voice calm. “But the Daniel I loved… died a long time ago. 

“He died the first time he hurt me.” 

“The one in that coffin is just a stranger.” 

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Sophia stared at me in disbelief, as if she didn’t recognize me anymore. 

“No… you’re faking it! You must be in pain!” 

She lunged at me, screaming like a lunatic, but was stopped by my bodyguards. 

“Take her to the police.” 

The authorities later found the sabotage tools In her home, along with chat records with her 

accomplice. 

She had paid someone to tamper with Daniel’s brakes–to cause the crash. 

She had thought his death would break me. 

But what she didn’t expect was that Daniel’s death meant…othing to me. 

What she didn’t know was that I had already been investigating her in secret. 

Sophia was sentenced to life in prison. 

In court, she cursed me hysterically, screaming that I was a heartless witch. 

“Your Honor, she’s the real devil!” 

‘She killed Daniel! She doesn’t deserve to live!” 

I sat quietly in the gallery and watched everything unfold with a calm heart. 

This was justice. 

As she was dragged out of the courtroom, she continued cursing and screaming. 

But I no longer heard any of it. 

Because in my heart, there was only peace. 

That spring, after Daniel’s death, I went to the south of France. 

To the lavender fields he had once promised to show me. 

The sea of purple stretched endlessly. The breeze carried the sweet fragrance through the air. 

I stood in the middle of the field, closed my eyes, and felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. 

This… was what rebirth felt like. 

No hatred. No pain. No chains of the past. 

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Only peace and freedom. 

“Miss, are you alright?” the tour guide beside me asked with concern. 

“I’m fine.” 

I opened my eyes and smiled. 

In the scent of lavender, I remembered the dreams I once had as a little girl. 

Back then, I wanted to travel the world. I wanted to see every beautiful place. I wanted to live freely. 

But after my parents adopted Daniel, my world became only him. 

Now, I could finally go after all the dreams I had once 

ren 

From now on, I would live for myself. 

Live freely, boldly, and without regret. 

This was the life I wanted. 

Daniel, thank you for your final gift. 

And thank you for leaving me so I could finally learn how to love myself.