On the eve of my wedding, I discovered that my boyfriend was cheating on me.

He begged me desperately to see him one more time.

At ten o'clock at night, I waited at the school gate as we agreed.

The cold wind blew, and the leaves rustled.

The next second, I heard the sound of an axe rubbing against the cement floor.

I instinctively turned around, only to see an axe covered in blood.

"Violet, go to hell."

***

At two o'clock in the morning, I woke up from a nightmare.

I heard a buzz.

I stared at the light source and breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be my phone vibrating.

But the next second, I froze.

Wasn't I already dead?

I stared at the phone screen, and it was 911 calling.

I didn't know why, but I had a bad feeling.

I pressed the answer button, and a deep male voice came from the other end. "Is this Rosalie Taylor? Your sister Violet jumped into the river and committed suicide. Can you come to the police station? The location is..."

My heart skipped a beat with every word the man said.

It was precisely because I was Violet!

I was the girl who had already committed suicide by jumping into the river as the police said.

As for Rosalie, she was my twin sister.

Thinking of this, I immediately ran to the mirror.

The moment I saw the woman in the mirror, a chill ran up my spine.

Although the woman in the mirror looked exactly like me, it was not my body at all, but my sister Rosalie's body.

Rosalie had a small scar on her forehead from a childhood injury, which was noticeable upon closer inspection.

I sat on the ground in a daze, not understanding what had happened.

I should have died.

I was killed by my boyfriend.

I couldn't help but recall what had happened on the evening of June 10th.

June 10th was my birthday. Mateo Scott asked me to meet him at the south gate of the college at 10 o'clock in the evening. That was where we first met.

I still remembered that day when I finished tutoring and waited for Mateo at the south gate.

Our college was located halfway up the mountain in a very remote location.

And the south gate was even more remote.

At ten o'clock at night, there was no one except me.

The cold wind blew, and the leaves rustled.

The next second, I heard the sound of an axe rubbing against the cement floor.

I instinctively turned around, only to see an axe covered in blood.

"Violet, go to hell."

Then an intense pain spread throughout my body, and I thought I was split in half.

Before losing consciousness, I heard a man humming a nursery rhyme.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but clench my fists.

Since fate gave me a chance to be reborn, I would definitely seek revenge for myself.

Numbly, I walked to the window and pulled back the curtains a little.

Through the window, I could see the opposite room, which was Mateo's home. I was supposed to move in there after Mateo and I got married.

Mateo and I went to the same college.

He was two years ahead of me in school.

We had been in a relationship for three years and planned to get married as soon as we graduated.

I believed that Mateo loved me very much. After all, he was very gentle to me and would often prepare small surprises for me. In the three years, we hardly had any arguments.

It wasn't until June 3rd that I saw his chat records with another woman.

That was when I found out that he had been cheating on me for half a year.

I couldn't believe that the man who loved me dearly would actually cheat on me.

I tried to convince myself that maybe it was a misunderstanding.

But when I questioned him, he looked guilty.

I immediately broke up with him.

He didn't agree, but I still left.

A week later, June 10th was my birthday.

Mateo sent me an apology text and asked me to wait for him at the south gate at 10 o'clock in the evening. He would explain everything to me and also prepare something for me, which would put an end to our relationship.

When I saw the message, I hesitated.

I still wanted to know why Mateo would cheat on me though we loved each other so much.

Maybe deep down, I still wanted to hear his explanation.

I didn't expect that I would be killed.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered what the police said on the phone.

The police said that I jumped into the river to commit suicide, but I was clearly killed by an axe.

What on earth was going on?

I suddenly saw a black figure in the window of the opposite room.

The man was wearing a mask with a creepy smile on it.

And a woman was lying on the ground covered in blood.

The man was excitedly dragging the woman towards a meat grinder.

By the moonlight, I saw the woman's face clearly.

It was a face exactly like mine.

The woman lying on the ground was me!

The man was disposing of my body!

I picked up my phone and wanted to call the police.

At this moment, the man suddenly looked towards me.

In an instant, I felt like I was being stared at by a venomous snake.

Our eyes met.

My eyes widened.

He snickered.

I quickly closed the curtains.

It was only then that I realized that my back was soaked in cold sweat.

He saw me!

I trembled and called the police with my phone.

Fifteen minutes!

Just wait for another fifteen minutes and the police would come.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

I hid in the corner, not daring to make a sound.

The man outside the door started singing a nursery rhyme. "A girl carries a doll and walks to the garden to see the cherry blossoms. She cries and calls for her mother."

It was this nursery rhyme again!

It was exactly the same as the nursery rhyme I heard before I died!

Did he want to kill me again?

I was going crazy, unable to preserve my sanity.

I couldn't help but call Mateo.

What did this man want to do?

Wasn't killing me once enough?

At this moment, the call connected.

"Rosalie? Why are you calling me?" Mateo's deep voice came from the other side.

I froze.

The man outside the door was still singing that nursery rhyme.

I asked uncertainly, "Mateo, where are you?"

"Me? I'm on my way home, about to enter the apartment."

Upon hearing this, I dashed to the window and looked down to see Mateo.

He also looked up at me.

Our eyes met, and he smiled.

In the dark night, his smile was particularly eerie.

At this moment, the man outside the door broke off in his song.

The next second, I heard the sound of an axe cutting through the air.

Just when I felt hopeless, I saw the police through the window.

...

After the police came up, I told them everything that had just happened.

There were no surveillance cameras in this old neighborhood I lived in.

So the police immediately contacted Mateo. Some of them went to his house while others went to my house.

But the result surprised me.

The police said that everything was normal at Mateo's house.

There was no meat grinder at all, and no woman's body was found.

And the neighbors nearby didn't hear any strange noises.

There were no traces at my doorstep either.

It seemed like everything just now was my imagination.

At this time, Mateo came with the police.

Mateo looked at me with some concern and said, "I'm sorry, officer. This is my girlfriend's sister. She has poor mental health and is on medication. Recently, my girlfriend had an accident, and she might have been under stress and had hallucinations. Sorry to trouble you."

The police followed Mateo's gaze and looked at the medicine on the table.

Indeed, they were medications for treating mental illnesses.

The police left quickly.

There were only me and Mateo left in the room.

"Mateo, do you believe that Violet committed suicide?"

I looked into Mateo's eyes, trying to find any trace of guilt in them.

The next second, Mateo avoided my gaze.

"Rosalie, I know you don't want to accept it, but Violet is already dead, and I am very sad."

My heart sank.

Sure enough, Mateo was guilty.

Whenever he felt guilty, he would instinctively shift his gaze.

Although there were medications for treating mental illness on the table and the police didn't find anything suspicious, I just didn't believe that all of this was just my imagination.

I would never forget what happened on the evening of June 10th.

Even now, I could still remember how much it hurt when the axe struck me.

How could this kind of feeling be fake?

I would definitely make the murderer pay the price.

With that in mind, I glanced at Mateo and asked, "Where were you on the evening of June 10th?"

In the next second, Mateo suddenly looked at me.

Our eyes met.

I could clearly see the coldness in Mateo's eyes.

"Rosalie, Violet committed suicide."

"Yeah, I know."

I watched Mateo leave and laughed mockingly.

Look, this was the man I had been in love with for three years.

I looked at the empty room and walked to the door.

I was still so sure that something happened outside the door just now.

Just now, the sound came from the door.

If the man at the door was not Mateo, then who was he?

I walked back and forth at the door and accidentally stepped on the garbage in the corner.

At this moment, a black spot in the garbage suddenly caught my attention.

It was a very small microphone.

The sound just now was likely to come from here.

Otherwise, the police would have noticed someone hiding in this building.

I tightly clenched the microphone in my hand.

Mateo, what is your purpose?

...

I must find evidence now.

I had to prove that Mateo killed me.

As soon as it was light, I went to the police station as Violet's sister to find out how the case was going.

According to the evidence currently collected by the police, I committed suicide by jumping into the river.

...

Our college was located halfway up the mountain, and there was a fast-flowing river at the foot of the mountain. No one went there.

The police found my shoes by the river.

The water flowed swiftly, so my body had not been found yet.

According to Mateo's statement to the police, I broke up with him after we argued on the night of June 10th. I was in a very bad mood and sent him a message before I died, saying, "Mateo, we're done."

Because these places were quite remote without surveillance cameras, the police could only rely on witness testimony and physical evidence to make deductions.

It was temporarily identified as a suicide case.

But only I knew that I neither went to any riverside on the night of June 10th nor sent any damn message to Mateo.

But if I went to the police now and told them everything I knew, they might think I was mentally ill.

So the best way now was to find strong evidence.

Undoubtedly, it was my body!

...

If I didn't see it wrong that night, my body was in Mateo's house.

Today was a working day, and Mateo would go to work during the day.

It was not too late to rush over.

After thanking the police, I intended to go to Mateo's place.

At this moment, I suddenly heard several police officers discussing something. "Has the serial murder case been solved? I heard that five women have been killed."

I shook my head. The world wasn't peaceful lately.

When I arrived at Mateo's place, I couldn't help but feel relieved.

I was a scatterbrain, so I deliberately prepared a spare key for this house and hid it under the doormat.

Even Mateo didn't know about this.

I arrived at the house in the afternoon.

However, the odd thing was that I saw the murderer dragging my body towards the meat grinder that day, but there was nothing in the room.

...

How did he manage to take away such a big machine without leaving a trace?

And there was not a single trace in the whole room.

At this moment, the sound of the door lock turning came from the door.

I didn't have time to think.

The next second, I hid in the nearby wardrobe.

Through the crack, I could see that Mateo was back home.

Mateo suddenly looked at me, his eyes devoid of emotion. "Violet."

My eyes dilated a little.

Did he discover me?

The next moment, I realized that he was looking at the photo hanging next to the wardrobe.

It was a photo of me and Mateo.

Thinking of the sweet moment I took photos with Mateo, I felt bitter at heart.

We once loved each other so much.

But now I was desperately searching for evidence to prove that he killed me.

It was really pitiful and sad.

At this moment, Mateo touched the photo on the wall affectionately, but his tone was icy. "Violet, do you know how happy I am that you're dead? You insisted on breaking up with me even though I promised I would change. But what about you? You were as stubborn as your uncle. Now you're dead, and everything from the past will never be discovered. People still think I love you deeply."

Speaking of this, Mateo laughed frantically. "By the way, Violet, you know what? Your uncle thinks I miss you and can't accept your death. He's been investigating your case like crazy. To compensate me, he even asked his leader to promote me. Isn't it funny? Ha ha ha."

I scowled at his smug face and wished I could slap him twice. But I also felt pathetic. I had been in love with this scumbag for so many years.

In fact, when I found out that Mateo was cheating on me, I knew why he didn't want to break up with me.

After graduating, Mateo joined a famous private company.

After two years of hard work, he achieved some success.

But he wasn't good enough to join that private company in the first place.

He was able to get in and do well largely because the general manager of that private company was my uncle.

If my uncle knew about Mateo cheating on me and breaking up with me, he would fire him.

...

In the end, Mateo actually couldn't bear to leave that job.

So when I found out about his cheating, I insisted on breaking up with him no matter how many times he apologized.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Mateo instantly put on a sad face.

He combed his hair casually and answered the door.

In the next second, I heard a voice coming from the door.

It was a male voice.

He said he was a police officer.