He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 158: He’s Dead, I’ve Lost the Fun of Revenge

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: He’s Dead, I’ve Lost the Fun of Revenge

"Claire, there’s no rush to go back to Fenchest. Actually... I know who tampered with the car."

She could probably guess who it was, too.

But there was no proof.

"Who?" Claire Grant’s brow furrowed.

Actually, she had a suspect in mind, but she didn’t know if it was the same person Natalie was thinking of.

They looked at each other and spoke at nearly the same time.

"Felix Finch."

"Felix Finch."

Claire Grant’s back went rigid. She nearly lost her balance, grabbing the corner of the conference table to steady herself. "So it really was him."

Natalie Morgan decided she had to see Felix Finch.

"Claire, can you watch Momo for me? I’m going out."

"Natalie, don’t..."

But before Claire Grant could finish,

Natalie Morgan had already handed the baby to her and strode out of the conference room.

News of Theodore Grant’s accident was everywhere.

Meanwhile, Felix Finch was in his office, casually watering a nearly withered Kalanchoe plant.

He wasn’t surprised to see Natalie Morgan.

He looked relaxed. "I knew you’d come."

"You were the one who tampered with the car, weren’t you?" Natalie Morgan demanded, stepping forward.

Felix Finch was surprisingly candid, making no effort to hide it. His face even held a hint of regret. "That’s right, I did it. It’s just a shame it was him who died, not you."

"You wanted me dead that badly?" Her eyes trembled and her fists clenched. She roared, "What did I ever do to you? Why are you doing this to me?"

"What can I say? You’re Theodore Grant’s wife," he said with a helpless smile.

"Are you even human? Your fiancée committed suicide because you were unfaithful, not because of Theodore Grant! Do you think brainwashing yourself every day will wash away your guilt?"

"You don’t get it." His eyes were bloodshot, and he glared at Natalie Morgan as if he could devour her. "There was definitely something going on between them, I just didn’t know what. Theodore Grant seduced her. It was all his fault."

Natalie Morgan shook her head.

’The man in front of her has lost his mind.’

’Does he really think his fiancée would have stayed with him after all the disgusting things he’d done?’

’Women are particular about things like that.’

’They want absolute loyalty, and Felix Finch isn’t capable of that.’

"Now that Theodore Grant is dead, are you happy?"

"No, I’m not happy. Not happy at all."

Death was too final. He had wanted a slow, torturous revenge—death by a thousand cuts, boiling a frog in lukewarm water. Theodore Grant’s death had been far too quick. He didn’t like it.

"He’s dead, so I’ve lost the pleasure of taking my revenge. I’m not happy at all."

Felix Finch suddenly lunged, grabbing Natalie Morgan’s throat with one hand. With the other, he snatched her phone from her pocket and glanced at it.

He laughed, completely unsurprised. "This recording is useless. There was nothing wrong with Theodore Grant’s car, so this isn’t premeditated murder. The law can’t touch me."

"Aren’t you afraid of karma?" Natalie Morgan gasped, her face turning purple as he squeezed, cutting off her air.

"Only bad people get what’s coming to them. Am I a bad person?" He pinned her against the wall, his voice low and menacing. "Theodore Grant was the bad one, and you know it. So this was his karma. Didn’t you always want him to die? Well, your wish came true."

"Felix Finch, you’re sick! You’ll get what’s coming to you!" She drove her knee up between his legs.

Caught completely off guard, the man was hit squarely in his most vulnerable spot. He cried out in pain, his hand flying from her throat. "Natalie Morgan, how dare you..."

Natalie Morgan took the opportunity to snatch her phone back.

’Thank God, he didn’t have time to delete the recording.’

Useful or not, she would hand the evidence over to the police.

She believed justice would prevail.

...

Weller Kendall was still out on the boundless ocean, searching, persisting, refusing to give up the rescue effort.

The car had long ago sunk to the bottom of the sea, swallowed by a darkness so complete it seemed it would never see the light of day again.

No matter how advanced the technology or how sophisticated the equipment, they would likely only ever find a corpse, bloated and unrecognizable from its time in the water.

That wasn’t something just anyone could accept.

Better to leave some room for hope.

He understood all of this.

But he couldn’t accept it.

He hoped for a miracle.

All hope eventually faded to disappointment, and then to despair.

The car was salvaged, but the man... was gone.

The search and rescue team tactfully suggested that the body might have sunk to an even deeper part of the ocean.

But everyone knew the truth. With so many creatures in the ocean, it wasn’t impossible that he had been... eaten.

A month passed.

The Grant Family and the Grant Group had both accepted the fact that Theodore Grant was gone.

An obituary.

The Grant Family held a grand funeral for Theodore Grant.

Seeing both of their names on the tombstone, Natalie Morgan’s heart gave a sudden, sharp pang.

’Was this the ending that was fated from the very beginning?’

The only difference was that she had faked her death, while he was truly gone, his body never to be found.

Either way, Riverden no longer had a Theodore Grant, and it would no longer have a Natalie Morgan.

A cenotaph was used in place of an urn of ashes.

It was lowered into the grave and covered with earth.

Helena Sullivan cried until she fainted.

She was quickly escorted away.

After Claire Grant left, Natalie Morgan stood alone before the cold tombstone.

She looked at the man’s photograph on the gravestone, a storm of emotions swirling within her.

’She had thought the pain he’d caused her in the past would be enough to cancel out the sorrow of his death.’

’But she was finding that was much harder than she’d imagined.’

"Theodore Grant, let’s call it even between us. If you’re still alive, wherever you are, I hope you can live a good life. I know it’s unlikely, but... I’m so grateful that you saved me, and I’m so sorry. I should have told you that Momo is your son."

’That way, he wouldn’t have died with regrets.’

’A person should at least die knowing the truth.’

’What a pity...’

"Don’t worry, I’ll raise Momo. I hope you can understand why I don’t want him to go back to the Grant Family. He’s not like you. He’s gentle and a bit of a crybaby. He won’t grow up to be some ruthless magnate, and he’s definitely not cut out for business. I’ll just let him grow up healthy and live an ordinary life. That would be for the best."

"Oh, and that recording of Felix Finch’s confession... I’ve already given it to the police. They said they would investigate thoroughly. The wicked always get what they deserve. He will be punished."

She didn’t know why she was being so talkative today.

During their two years of marriage, they had spent most of their time in silence.

Perhaps this would be the last time she ever spoke to him.

"Theodore Grant, if there’s a next life, let’s not meet again. And let’s not believe in things like love at first sight. Love isn’t a sudden explosion; that kind of light is too brilliant, too devastating. It’s not for people like us."

’If I could go back in time...’

’I never would have let myself be drawn to him, and I certainly wouldn’t have given him that painting as a sign of my affection.’

’I would have finished college, found a respectable job, and maybe gone to grad school or taken some professional courses in my free time.’

’When it was time to get married, my family would have arranged for me to marry a man they knew inside and out.’

’We wouldn’t have been rich, but we could have lived a quiet, simple life together.’

She lowered her gaze, her eyelashes casting faint shadows.

’That’s impossible in this life.’

’Maybe in the next life. I hope I’ll have the chance for that kind of happiness then.’

"Theodore Grant, I have to go now. I probably won’t get many chances to visit you in the future. When Momo is grown, I’ll have him come pay his respects to you every year. And... I don’t want to be buried with you when I die."

It wasn’t that she hated him.

Any hatred she felt had dissipated the moment he gave his life to save hers.

She just didn’t see the point in shackling two people who didn’t love each other together, even in death.

In death, they should both be free.