Chapter 4
Randell froze, and his voice was hoarse as he said, “Impossible! I’ve made plans with her. And it’s almost her birthday! How could something suddenly happen to her?”
Evan’s expression was troubled as he said in a low voice, “Mr. Gunther, the crew said that she boarded the yacht alone, and she seemed like she wasn’t in a good mood. So-”
“Impossible!” Randell interrupted, his voice rising without him even realising it.
“I refuse to believe that! Why would she board alone? Why didn’t the crew call me?”
Evan hesitated for a bit before saying carefully, “Mr. Gunther, the crew said that they’ve tried calling you
the whole night, but your phone appeared to be turned off.”
Randell looked down at his phone, and it was indeed turned off.
He hurriedly turned it on, then looked at May. There was coldness in his eyes. “You turned it off?”
May stiffened for a second before rushing to explain herself.
“Randy, why would I turn off your phone? It was probably an accident, or your battery died, and it turned off by itself. You can’t blame me,” she said with a little pout, sounding as if she knew nothing about it.
Randell ignored her and took off for the docks.
He sprinted the whole way. The anxiety and guilt on his face were clearly visible, and there was
apprehension coursing through his eyes.
When he arrived on the scene, he saw that the yacht had already docked, and the police were talking to
the crew.
A police officer approached Randell, and his tone was grave when he informed, “Mr. Gunther, we haven’t
been able to find your wife on the yacht.
“According to the crew’s testimony and the surveillance footage, Mrs. Gunther did indeed jump overboard by herself. However, the waters she jumped in was treacherous, and the chances of finding her are very
slim.”
“Why would she jump overboard? She couldn’t have…” Randell muttered to himself, his eyes vacant.
“Have you noticed any changes in her mood lately?” the police officer asked.
Randell shook his head, his voice hoarse. “She’s been calm, and there hasn’t been anything strange about her.”
Right then, Evan chimed in in a low voice, “Mr. Gunther, you should check Mrs. Gunther’s Twitter.”
Randell hurriedly took out his phone and checked my Twitter page. My latest post popped onto his screen, hitting him like a bolt of lightning.
“It’s time to wake up from this five-year dream. I’ll let everyone see the final truth for themselves. Love, Julia.”
Attached to the post was a link to a video.
Randell clicked on the link with trembling fingers. The video showed the entire process of me creating that painting-from the sketch I was inspired to make in the beginning to the final painting down to its very details.
Every brushstroke carried a familiar sense of seriousness and dedication.
In the video, I was smiling as I painted. I said, “This is a gift for my husband to celebrate our five-year wedding anniversary. Mr. Gunther, thank you for staying by my side.”
However, this anniversary gift ultimately turned into the final blow that revealed the whole truth.
Toward the end of the video, my voice rang out, calm yet resolute.
“If this marriage was a lie from the very beginning, then I’ll fulfill your wish to be together, as I fulfill my wish to be free.”
The video ended. Randell’s fingertips trembled as the image of the last look I gave him flashed across his mind. It was a hopeless gaze that he had never truly noticed before.
