Dying to Divorce Him

Chapter 8

"From now on, you've got us," they reassured Chris.

He had to clarify once again that he and I were really just like siblings, but no matter how many times he said it, a lot of people still didn't believe him.

After wrapping up for the day, Felix scrolled through his feed and couldn't take it anymore.

He was the one who had truly been with me.

"I was Emma's boyfriend!" he suddenly blurted out during a livestream. "Plenty of people can back that up."

Sally froze. This wasn't how she expected the truth to come out.

He'd had the chance to go public back when he was allowed, and he chose not to. But now, he was spilling everything.

Felix even posted a copy of the contract I'd signed when we first started dating.

"We started out with a contract, yeah," he admitted. "But we really fell in love after that."

He confessed he had been a coward, too scared to go public while I was still alive.

But the internet didn't show mercy. People thought he was just clout-chasing, trying to use my death for attention.

He tried explaining, but no one was listening.

Within hours, the hate comments flooded in.

Sally, worried about his mental state, snatched his phone away.

"For now, just focus on finishing the film," she told him firmly.

Felix curled up on his bed, clutching the oversized teddy bear I used to sleep with, the one I gave to him.

Sleep wouldn't come. So he took a sleeping pill.

"In my dreams, I'll see you again… right, Emma?" he whispered.

"I loved you so much. And I didn't even realize it until it was too late."

Back on set, he started drifting more and more.

Whenever visitors came, or he saw couples being affectionate, his eyes would glaze over. It was like the world was fading away around him.

Once filming wrapped, he didn't even bother attending the wrap party.

He went straight home.

Before I passed, I had arranged everything with my lawyer. I wanted Felix to have my family's old house.

But the lawyer had been dragging his feet, and I was running out of patience.

Frustrated, I visited him, in his dream.

The next morning, he showed up at Felix's place looking like a complete mess: dark circles, unshaven, clearly shaken.

I stared at him from the other side, wishing I could come back just to hand him a razor.

"This is something Miss Quinn asked me to deliver before she passed," he said, placing a set of keys in Felix's hand.

There was a letter too.

"The house is yours now," it read.

The lawyer personally took Felix to the house.

Inside, I had carefully preserved all our memories, photos, trinkets, notes, moments frozen in time.

Felix never left the house again.

Every day, he drank and talked to the objects around him as if I was still there.

Then, one day, I watched in horror as he took a handful of sleeping pills and swallowed them.

"No!" I screamed. "What are you doing?! Are you insane? Why would you do this? Your life still matters!"

Of course, he couldn't hear me.

Felix turned off his phone, lay down on the bed, and smiled as if he was finally at peace.

Just then, fate stepped in.

The lawyer, who had accidentally kept a spare key, returned to grab it.

When he opened the door and saw Felix lying motionless on the bed, he panicked and called 911.

Felix was saved.

But when he woke up, there was no one at his side, except Sally.

She stayed for a few days, afraid he might try something again.

Eventually, she even hired a caretaker to keep an eye on him.

Days later, Felix saw a message from Zia pop up on his phone.

Suddenly, something snapped inside him.

He yanked the IV out of his arm and demanded to be discharged.