She Sent Me to Hell

The moment the sharp knife pierced through my heart, I could no longer feel the pain. I had already endured too much suffering and torture before this final blow.

My fingers were broken off one by one; the tendons in my hands and feet were torn and folded, and burning cigarettes burned into my skin.

As I was poisoned and had injured my vocal cords, I could not even scream out in agony.

"Haha, I never expected the media to help us catch the mole! Damn it! I treated you like a brother, but you're actually a cop! What are you looking at? Dig out his eyes!"

At his command, the henchmen grinned and walked toward me. I lost my eyes amid a soundless scream. Once, I had won the city shooting competition with them.

The torture that lasted for more than ten hours made me so miserable and exhausted. For me, death might be the best way to escape right now. When the fatal blow came, I was actually relieved. I could finally stop suffering.

My heart gradually stopped beating, and my breath gradually disappeared. As death claimed me, my soul began to drift slowly into the air. Looking at my gruesome corpse, I slowly closed my eyes.

I had considered that one day I might sacrifice my life for my profession, because protecting society became my mission from the day I put on my police uniform and swore my oath. I never regretted taking off my uniform three years ago to infiltrate a drug cartel.

I just never imagined... I would die at the hands of my wife of ten years.

After my soul left my body, confusion and helplessness enveloped me. I unconsciously walked toward the house Nelissa Ford and I shared. The house was cold and empty; the warmth and beauty of the past were now nothing but endless emptiness and loneliness.

Shards of broken porcelain lay on the floor. Nelissa always liked to be barefoot at home. I instinctively bent down to pick up the shards, only realizing my death when I saw my transparent hands.

Looking at the porcelain shards, I remembered the last time I saw Nelissa before the incident. We had a huge argument, but I never imagined it would be the last time I saw her alive.

Wanting to provide her ex-boyfriend, the journalist Jared Hiller, with an exclusive scoop, Nelissa revealed that I was an undercover agent in a drug cartel.

Anger and despair overwhelmed me, twisting my heart into a tight knot.

I trembled with rage and roared at Nelissa for the first time, "Are you out of your mind? Do you know how important this mission is? It concerns the safety of so many comrades and informants as well as the happiness and well-being of countless families! How could you tell Jared?"

I had never spoken to Nelissa in this tone before, so she looked at me incredulously, even more furious than I was.

"You're the one who's out of his mind! It's just a mission! What's wrong with telling Jared? Will the sky fall? Let me tell you, Marcus Graham, don't think you're so important or great! Do you think you're some kind of savior? Your monthly salary isn't even enough for me to buy a bag. What right do you have to yell at me like that?

"You're just stingy! You're petty! You're just upset that I'm in contact with Jared! Jared just returned and finally found a job. He's desperate to write a sensational headline article! Is it wrong for me to help him? You're so selfish!"

Listening to Nelissa's words, I felt my heart shatter into eight pieces. "I'm selfish? I helped him find a job when he came back. I bought you whatever you wanted, even if it meant working part-time. I practically gave you my heart, and now, you're saying... I'm selfish?"

I gripped Nelissa's shoulders tightly. "Do you know what you're doing will kill me? Do you know you'll kill me?"

My eyes were red, my emotions surging uncontrollably.

In the midst of the struggle, Nelissa finally erupted in rage, slapping me hard across the face. "Then die!"

After she uttered those words, the place fell completely silent.

I stared at Nelissa in shock. Nelissa looked at her hand and took two steps forward, seemingly lost. In the end, she did not say another word. I turned around and left in despair.

That was the last time we saw each other before I died.

I wondered if she knew that I was really dead now.