A murderer who had escaped for many years suddenly shared a post online, revealing himself.

He said he was sick with a terminal illness and didn’t have much time remaining.

He wanted to say sorry to the last young girl who had died painfully at his hands.

“Only the last young girl was a kind person.”

“At that time, I was tricked and wrongly hurt an innocent person. I feel very sorry.”

“I hope that after everyone sees this post, you can help me look for her body.”

“So that she can be buried properly, and rest quietly as soon as possible.”

The post did not draw much attention, and everyone showed doubt.

Some said the one who posted wanted to go viral and had lost his mind.

Some cursed him for being shameless just to get views.

Only Draco Conrad replied with a single line. “Savannah Duarte, stop acting. I know it is you.”

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So many years had gone by, but Draco’s profile picture had never been replaced.

It was still the picture I had taken of him back then.

Only his username had been changed into a paired name with Ravena Spears.

It looked like over these years, their relationship had been quite steady.

While I felt emotional, several more mocking and sarcastic comments showed up below.

The murderer, with no way out, started to explain in the replies.

“I’m truly not lying. The last person I ended was a young woman.”

“She looked very young, only around her early twenties.”

“She was getting ready to marry, but because of a harsh turn of fate, she died by my hands.”

“Ah, thinking about it now, I feel truly sorry.”

“I should not have believed rumors and, because of a small mix-up, hurt such a blameless life.”

To make everyone trust him, he listed the date and place of the killing, along with the full process.

He smashed the other person’s legs, leaving her unable to run away.

How he made her suffer the pain of dying through countless small cuts.

“It was winter at that time. It was very cold, and the ground was frozen hard.”

“That place was an empty field where nobody went. If you go check now, you should still find it.”

“I am close to death and have no strength left. I can only leave this matter to everyone.”

“I understand that my own death would not matter. I only wish that she could rest calmly as soon as possible.”

Such a full and clear account of the crime was clearly the strongest proof.

The mood in the comment area slowly started to change.

The post’s attention also rose wildly.

Some people urgently tagged the online police, asking them to search for every useful clue.

Some people willingly formed a “bone-search team,” hoping that the poor girl could be buried properly as soon as possible.

Among all kinds of discussion, only Draco seemed completely out of place.

Time after time, stubbornly, he left comments under the murderer’s post.

[Savannah, stop acting. I know it is you.]

[We have all grown up now. These small tricks of yours cannot fool me.]

[You were the one who left me back then. No matter what, I will never forgive you again!]

[And also, I am about to marry Ravena.]

[I hope you will not go to such extremes anymore to try to pull us apart.]

Watching this long chain of comments, I could nearly picture his annoyed face.

Draco believed that I wanted to reopen our history and bring back old emotions with him.

That was why he thought I had purposely hidden myself as a murderer to post online and draw his notice.

But what he failed to understand was that I……am the twenty-third corpse.

On the far mountain road, the noise of police sirens had already sounded.

Within a crowd of dark shapes, I spotted Draco immediately.

Three years without meeting him, he had become slimmer and talked less.

And his movements had grown even calmer and more controlled.

While he carefully guided his team to head into the hills to search, he pulled out his phone and called my number.

All this time, his lips kept muttering complaints.

“Savannah, that’s enough. You should understand when to stop acting stubborn.”

“Just to meet me once, you really caused such a big mess.”

“Do you realize how many people cannot rest tonight because of you?!”

“So many years have gone by, but your attitude is still the same, you are still this stubborn and careless!”

Inside Draco’s mind, I always stayed that spoiled and headstrong young woman.

The one who could turn everything upside down over the smallest thing.

The one who leaned on his care to behave however she wanted.

He would never learn that I was already dead.

Even more, he would never learn that I died to keep him safe.

He only believed that I was still upset about what happened long ago.

The moonlight spread wide and light, falling across the ground.

All at once, I felt a little curious.

Curious about what kind of response Draco would show when he saw my remains.

Would he be shocked that the fragile little girl from before had grown older?

Or would he feel angry that I had once again caused him so much trouble?

I couldn’t think of any reply.

I could only float across the sky over the city, quietly watching the man I once loved.

The call failed to connect, and Draco sent four or five voice messages one after another.

Sadly, none of them got any reply.

After being ignored again and again, Draco became a little mad.

Just as he was ready to tell the group to pull back and leave, a phone rang, suddenly breaking the silence of the late night.

I leaned closer to look.

The caller's name showed, “Dear Wife Ravena.”

Right after that, Ravena’s soft voice came from the phone.

“Draco, it is already so late. Why are you still not home?”

“The baby and I both miss you a lot.”

That gentle and warm voice quickly softened Draco’s face.

His voice showed a bit of affection, but it was hard to notice.

“I miss you too. After I finish dealing with this case here, I’ll come home and stay with you.”

There was a short stop on the other side of the call.

Ravena let out a soft breath.

“I saw that post. You also think it was posted by Sister Savannah, right?”

“Sigh, Sister Savannah has always been this way. Don’t be upset with her.”

“After all… about what happened back then, we were also at fault.”

Those two words, back then, hit Draco’s unspoken worries.

He paused for a second, deleted the blaming words he had typed, and then sent me a different message.

“Savannah, if you truly cannot release what happened back then, I can say sorry to you.”

“After all, you will always be my…”

My what?

Draco did not keep typing.

He went quiet.

And I also slipped into the past.

Truthfully, Draco and I should never have reached this ending.

Following the life road that was first planned, we, childhood sweethearts, should have married at twenty, had children, and made a warm home.

My mother and Aunt Anika were very close friends.

After my parents passed away in an accident back then, I was brought into Aunt Anika’s house.

Aunt Anika treated me like her own kid.

Draco spoiled me even more than anyone else.

When I turned eighteen, just because I casually said one line, “Men wearing police uniforms look more handsome.”

Draco firmly applied to a police academy and became a criminal officer.

At that time, holding his admission letter, he proudly said to me, “Savannah, I love you.”

“I will spend my whole life loving you and keeping you safe.”

“To give you everything you want.”

Draco didn’t go back on his word.

During the years we were together, he did everything he could to live up to that promise.

I enjoyed looking at the stars, so he built a small observatory just for me.

If I wanted ice cream, he would run across ten streets to buy it for me.

At the Conrad house, and when I was with Draco, I could almost say that I had anything I asked for.

Even if I wanted the moon in the sky, he would still find a way to bring it down for me.

Back then, we were both young and believed that love could survive every test of time.

We never thought that life could change without warning.

Just one Ravena was enough to completely break apart our relationship.

Ravena was the daughter of the house helper, Aunt Wendy.

During vacations, she came to the Conrad house to help with chores.

She would on purpose damage my belongings and pretend to accidentally burn my clothes.

When I became angry, she would run to Draco in tears, talking about how difficult her life was.

The child who cried would get sweets.

A woman who cried gained sympathy.

In wave after wave of tears, Draco’s heart slowly shifted toward her.

What truly made me break down was the night before our engagement.

That day, Draco told me he wanted to get something ready for me as a surprise.

Feeling curious, I quietly went back to the house, only to see Ravena stepping out of Draco’s bedroom, her clothes messy.

When she noticed me, she not only gave no explanation at all, but she instead harshly threw the keepsake my mother had left me onto the floor.

“Savannah, stop acting like some proper young miss in front of me. Everyone knows you’re just someone living off the Conrad family.”

“Who will end up as the future woman of the Conrad household is still not decided!”

I was angry and yelled at her to leave, but instead, she ran to Draco, crying.

She claimed that I had always bullied her and Aunt Wendy in every way possible.

And that now, because I was about to marry Draco, I was trying to push their whole family into a corner with no way out.

That Draco, who once promised he would always agree with me and stand by my side, just like that, chose to believe everything she said.

He stood in front of Ravena, stared at me with anger, and said, “Savannah, what are you causing trouble about this time?”

“Ravena already has it hard enough, can’t you show her a little kindness?”

“Don’t forget, you are not the woman of the Conrad family yet.”

“You have no right to use the Conrad family’s name to act wild and push people around!”

We had a big fight and threw many hurtful words at each other.

I couldn’t win against him, and in a rush of anger, I said we should break up.

Draco also spoke coldly, telling me that once I left, I was never allowed to return.

I threw away every gift Draco had ever given me.

I moved by myself to stay in a villa on the edge of my hometown.

Draco blocked my phone number and refused to say even one more word to me.

At that time, we were both young and quick-tempered, and neither of us wanted to lower our head first.

So we stayed stuck like that for a very long time.

In truth, I never really wanted to leave Draco.

I only wanted him to come comfort me, to come say sorry to me.

Draco was a person who spoke straight out, often talking without thinking first.

He didn’t intend to hurt my heart, yet I truly couldn’t swallow this anger inside me.

Deep inside, I quietly made a promise.

As long as he was willing to come and say sorry to me, as long as he was willing to admit his fault to me, I would set aside all old pain, forgive everything, and calmly get ready for the wedding with him.

But I waited again and again, hoped again and again.

I didn’t wait for Draco; instead, I waited for a serial murderer.

He didn’t want money, didn’t want sex; he only wanted my life.

I begged bitterly, struggled desperately, cried, and asked him why.

He coldly laughed a few times and smashed my head hard against the floor.

“Why?”

“Because you deserve it, because you must die!”

“You ruined another family, so I will make you pay the price as well!”