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I took the pills. 

The morning of the third day, a sharp pain tore through my lower abdomen. 

I went to the clinic alone, taking the last pill under the doctor’s supervision. 

I endured the excruciating pain, waiting for the inevitable. 

My child was gone, 

y last trace in this world was erased. 

The doctor showed me the embryo, hospital protocol. 

After days of holding back, I finally wept at the sight of the embryo. 

Chloe continued messaging me for days. 

At first, her tone was tinged with guilt, but it slowly morphed into taunts, even insults. When I was leaving the clinic, Chloe sent me a picture: Liam and Chloe at a private hospital, doing a prenatal checkup. Liam held the results, beaming. 

I stared at the photo, my heart numb. 

I didn’t reply. 

My departure was imminent; nothing mattered anymore. 

I didn’t want Liam, and I certainly didn’t want a friend like Chloe. 

Back home, I began erasing all traces of Liam and me. 

Twelve hours remained until my departure. 

Ten hours left: Someone was willing to adopt my puppy AiYi, and I gave away the puppy. 

I renamed him “New Dawn,” erasing the painful memories connected to the name. 

Eight hours left: I burned all the gifts that Liam had given me over the years, and all the photos we had taken together over the years.. 

Six hours left: Liam and I had dinner. He did most of the talking; I responded minimally. He took a call, claiming a work emergency. I didn’t stop him; I knew he was going to Chloe. I watched from the balcony as his pulled away, disappearing from sight. 

That was my last glimpse of him. 

car 

By tomorrow morning, he’d never find me again. 

I’d fought to stay in this world for him. Now, I was fighting to 

was fighting to leave him. 

Four hours left: I compiled Chloe’s taunts and evidence of her affair and gave it to several news outlets. I wasn’t a saint. I deserved retribution. 

Two hours left: I showered, changed into a clean white dress. I remembered our first meeting; I was in a white dress, Liam smiling, calling me an angel. Our wedding was also in a white dress; he’d knelt, his eyes red, saying, “Summer, marry 

love you I’ll me. 

Forever was too long; vows were fragile. 

The beauty had faded, vanished into thin air. 

forever.” 

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Finally, I took a taxi to the beach, to watch the sunrise. 

The first rays of dawn touched 

my 

hair. 

I smiled serenely. 

The 

one system whispered, “Host, 

minute 

until 

departure. Are you ready?* 

I smiled at the sun, pressing the “send” button on my phone. 

My final message to Liam: my pregnancy test results and a photo of the abortion consent form. btossed the phone into the ocean, closing my eyes, feeling the sun’s warmth, the ocean’s gentle 

Caress. 

A small smile played on my lips. 

I’m ready, System. Execute your final command.” 

“Five, four, three, two…” 

Liam’s smiling face flashed in my mind, growing blurry, then fading into nothingness… 

Liam Sterling, in this life and the next, would never find me again. 

This time, it’s truly forever. 

Goodbye.