325: [Bonus chapter]I was murdered twice. Wow.

[Bonus chapter]I was murdered twice. Wow.

Heaven was devastated that Paula, the person her father loved most, would hurt him. Her father had always made sure to give Paula extra attention so she wouldn't feel left out. Heaven knew her father wasn't perfect, but he had always done his best to raise her and Paula. He had worked hard to provide for them, and he had always been there for them when they needed him. Heaven was heartbroken that her father was sick, and she was angry that Paula had hurt him.  1

Heaven looked down at the floor, trying to hide her sadness. She knew her father would want her to forgive, but that would be difficult.

"I know Paula is sorry for what she did," Heaven said. "And I know she didn't mean to hurt my dad. But it doesn't change the fact that she did hurt him, resulting in his death. And I'm not sure if I can ever forgive her for that."

Heaven paused for a moment, trying to find the right words.

"I just want my dad to be okay," she said finally. "I want him to get better. And I want him to know that I love him, but she took that away from me."

Heaven forced a bitter smile, hoping her father could hear her.

"I love my dad," she whispered. "And there's never a day that I didn't miss him."

She paused for a moment, lifting her eyes to Hera. "I can take it if she just didn't want nothing to do with him or with me. But she killed him, and even after that, it was not enough to stop her or try to make up for her crime. Instead, she made me believe I deserve to be miserable — that Basti doesn't deserve me as his mom. No amount of apologies can make me forgive her. She's five years late."

"That makes me angry, enough to make me want to go back into that body to set her straight." Heaven bit her quivering lip. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you in danger, but I know that's not enough excuse."

Hera remained silent as she assessed the original Heaven before her.

"Damn it," she hissed, scratching her temple in irritation. "Don't make it sound like I'm the bad person here."

"I didn't mean to. Sorry."

Hera snapped her tongue once more, glaring at the timid Heaven. "Stop saying sorry, alright? If you don't mean it, then that's it. What else can I do? Even if I break you, it's not like I can."

Heaven puffed her cheeks again, watching Hera ruffle her hair irritably. Then she looked at the body and turned to Paula, who was carrying bloodstained clothes away. 

"I can't believe this bastard," Hera spat out in dismay. "She's really going to clean up the crime scene. Just what is she planning to do? Bury me somewhere? Did she think my husband won't suspect her if I disappeared out of thin air? Not to mention, Bear. Bear would shred her into pieces for sure."

"Are we going to die tonight?"

Hera rolled her eyes, glaring back at Heaven. The latter instantly zipped her mouth, knowing it was her fault Hera was left defenseless. 

"Damn it! I don't even have the energy to get mad at you." Hera combed her hair with her fingers again, peeking down at the body underneath her. "I've bled a lot."

"Is my body dead?"

"No." Hera bent down, checking the wound up close. She narrowed her eyes, feeling a little annoyed she couldn't move some stray hair from the wound. "Not yet."

"So, that means we're going to die?"

"Yes." Hera clenched her teeth and answered under her breath. "Though she didn't hit a vital point, I might have a hemorrhage."

"I was murdered twice. Wow."

Wow?

As soon as the last syllable rolled out of Heaven's tongue, she earned a death glare from Hera. 

"What?" Heaven blinked. "It's true, though. First, I was strangled to death. And then second, I was hit in the head. I think I'm cursed since death keeps following me. I can't blame them, though. I also want to die… at some point."

"If you so want to die, why didn't you just cross over to the afterlife?!" Hera gasped in mock ridicule. "What the hell are you still doing here? Meddling with the living's affair?"

Heaven assessed Hera's countenance for a minute. "You don't remember?"

"Huh?" Hera furrowed her brows, confused. "Remember what?"

"That this is not the first time we met."

"What?"

"I thought you were just acting you forgot about me, but it seemed you didn't remember." Heaven rocked her head in understanding, cupping her cheek, eyes fixed on Hera. "That night, Andrea strangled me… you were there."

HUH?

The corner of her mouth curled up, forming a momentary smile. "I was just as confused as you when I saw you in my room, you know?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"The truth of how I met Hera Cruel." Heaven smacked her lips. "It's a shame that you forgot how we had a night together. You were just as scary, but a lot calmer and savage. You really hurt my feelings that night, you know? It's hard getting scolded by someone I barely know. And to make it worse, you don't even remember. But I guess that's part of the rule."

"Rule? What rule?"

"That people don't remember the things they did or said while they were in this state. Make sense."

Heaven nodded in understanding. "If people did remember, then this world will go wild."

"The fuck are you saying?" Hera frowned, only to receive a wide grin from Heaven. 

"All I'm saying is that I feel sad that my friend doesn't remember me." Heaven's eyes shone slightly. "But that's okay. Even if your brain didn't remember, I can see that your heart did."

The deep lines between Hera's brows deepened, studying Heaven's twinkling eyes. It was as though Heaven was treasuring something important that Hera couldn't remember. Staring at Heaven, Hera rummage through her memories to figure out what Heaven was talking about. 

But alas, nothing in her mind came up.

It was just a total blank. 

It was simply Hera's memories and then Heaven's memories, adding to that were the memories she created in this body. Nothing more, nothing less. Therefore, it was baffling and intriguing. 

"Hera Cruel, thank you." Heaven's eyes softened as she expressed the words she had been meaning to tell Hera. "Thank you for showing how stupid I was. That I could be living my life to the fullest if only I learn to accept things the way they were and pick up the pieces of me. I could've been living the life you have now, but I chose not to."

"It's a little too late for me to realize that," she continued in a somber tone. "I'm still grateful, nonetheless. I never thought I would ever see myself smile the way you did, nor see Basti in a state of bliss for having me as his mother. I don't care about Dominic Zhu, though. Especially Axel Zhu. I have a passionate dislike toward that person."

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