I Died, He Jumped

Synopsis

I, Emily Carter, died on a rainy day. I died in Jason Brooks's villa, in front of the man I had loved for ten years. When the knife went into my stomach, I could actually hear the sound of flesh tearing. The blood came out fast, warm, flowing down my nightgown and dripping onto the white marble floor, blooming into dark red flowers one after another. Jason stood three steps away. He was wearing the gray cashmere sweater I had bought him, a glass of red wine in his hand, his expression as detached as if he were watching a cat accidentally run over by a car. He wasn't the one who stabbed me. The one who stabbed me was Sophie Lane, my best friend and my only friend from college. She was the person I had given my whole heart to. She gripped the handle, tears still on her face, her voice trembling as she said, "Emily, I'm sorry. I didn't want this either, but if you don't die, Jason will never be able to be with me in peace." I clutched my stomach and fell to my knees in pain. My knees hit the tiles with a dull thud. I looked up at Jason. This man, I had loved him since I was sixteen. I chased him for three years and was his girlfriend for seven. I gave up studying abroad for him, cut ties with my parents for him, aborted two children for him, and turned myself into someone who had nothing left but him. And he, watching me bleed out, frowned. "The carpet is new," he said. "Don't get blood on it."