Chapter 2

After the competition ended, as expected, Vincent won by hunting the most prey.

Others gathered around him, their admiration genuine.

They teased him with laughter:

"Vincent, you're really lucky, finding such a powerful fiancée."

"We saw how she hunted. She's not any less impressive than you."

Vincent laughed too, holding Olivia's hand.

"Olivia, what kind of wedding has Vincent planned for you?"

"Maybe I should arrange a place for you two. I have a special lawn that's perfect for a wedding."

They chattered excitedly, discussing plans.

Olivia glanced at Vincent before shyly lowering her head.

"No need. Vincent has already made arrangements."

The young, passionate boys who had just been engaged in intense battles immediately began to tease.

"Look at them, this is what a mate chosen by the Moon Goddess looks like."

"She's so much better than that shallow, background-less one."

Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. I had already lost the opportunity to defend myself or even argue back.

I didn’t want to watch my former husband easily accept the slanders others made about me.

I drifted back to my house.

As soon as I entered the living room, I saw the portraits of my daughter and me.

The lights in the room were on.

I entered the bedroom, where my phone was placed by the bed, charging as usual.

That was where I’d get my daily dose of messages.

After my daughter and I passed away, Amelia and her husband moved in, at least they no longer had to worry about being driven out onto the streets.

I silently watched them from the side.

Just as I was about to drift off, a sharp pain pierced my soul, followed by an inexplicable sense of unease.

I floated outside, following my instincts, and felt his presence by the sea.

He and his surfboard had been washed ashore by the waves. His body showed no clear injuries, but his eyes were shut, and he was unconscious.

My heart tightened, and I instinctively rushed towards him, but my body passed right through him.

Even though I had seen him with another woman, seeing him in this state...

My eyes stung terribly. If I could cry, I would have been in tears already.

I helplessly stood by Vincent’s side, but I could do nothing.

Thankfully, the rescue team arrived just in time.

As the rescue workers placed Vincent on the stretcher, his eyes fluttered open, confused.

He staggered to his feet, moving away from the stretcher.

The rescuers rushed to ask him about his condition, but he simply shook his head.

He then dialed the driver’s number and stood quietly, waiting.

His trembling hand pulled out a cigarette.

I instinctively moved to stop him, but as soon as my feet moved, I froze.

I was dead, yet my body still instinctively cared about him.

Luckily, a Pack Doctor saw what happened and took the unlit cigarette from his hand.

"Given your condition, you shouldn’t be smoking," he said.

After a pause, the doctor, still concerned, hesitated but asked:

"Don’t you want to go to the hospital for a check-up? You look very weak."

Vincent shook his head again.

The driver’s car arrived quickly. He opened the door, and just as it closed behind him, I suddenly realized—

His gaze had shifted in my direction.

It was as if he could feel my presence.