Lana couldn’t bear the campus violence. She jumped off the high–rise building half a year later.
Standing in front of the building, she thought that the seemingly fragile me was quite resilient.
After all, I had endured Dexter’s emotional abuse for 18 years and suffered from campus bullying for six years, from middle school to high school.
I didn’t commit suicide, but I was killed in a car accident.
How ironic!
Upon hearing the news, Dexter just sneered.
“Serves her right,” he said. “She got off easy.”
Everyone knew Dexter, the young and promising CEO of the Bell Corporation.
There was a large photo hanging in his house, rumored to be his sister.
Dexter searched through the house and his phone, but he couldn’t find a single photo of me.
