Chapter 9
Herbert uploaded an apology video on Twitter.
In the video, he was sobbing uncontrollably and sincerely admitting his mistakes word by
word.
He also pleaded with the netizens that if anyone saw me somewhere, they must tell him, and he would offer a large reward in return.
After being discharged from the hospital, Stella went to find Herbert.
Seeing Herbert in such a pitiful state, she burst into tears.
She said, “Herbert. She’s gone. I’ll be with you. Didn’t you say that I look like her? I can
pretend to be Samantha and stay by your side.
“Samantha didn’t want to have children for you. But I do. I’ll give birth to as many as you
want. Herbert, I really love you. I love you so much. I’m begging you. Can we be together?”
In the past, the fact that Stella somewhat resembled me had made Herbert’s heart flutter.
But now, her resemblance to me only brought Herbert pain and anger, and it only made
him remember how unforgivable things he had done for a counterfeit.
Herbert flew into a rage instantly. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, grabbing Stella’s neck.
He shouted, “What the hell are you? Do you deserve to look like her? You’re such a bitch.
If it weren’t for you, Samantha would never have left me. I fucking warned you not to send her messages and not to provoke her, but you didn’t listen.”
Stella was almost choked to death by Herbert. Her face turned red, and her hands feebly slapped at Herbert’s arms.
Herbert didn’t let go until Stella was on the verge of fainting.
He smashed the coffee cup on the table, picked up the pieces, and scratched Stella’s face.
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With her face disfigured and seeing the blood on her hands, Stella let out a scream.
In the end, she was saved and taken out by Herbert’s friend, who rushed over.
He looked at Herbert with a look of disappointment, saying, “Will you die without Samantha? Look at what you’ve become now.”
Herbert looked dejected, with dark circles under his eyes, stubble all over his chin, and
no sign of vitality.
He smiled bitterly. “Without Samantha, I might as well be dead. Every minute and every
second without her is painful for me. Every breath of air I take feels like being tortured, making me suffer.”
Not being able to find me, Herbert no longer cared about his company. He stayed at home every day, looking at the photos of me on his phone and drinking.
None of the missing–person notices he posted brought any results.
During this period, he also went to all the cities that I had ever said I wanted to visit.
But in the end, he found nothing.
He muttered, “Samantha, where on earth are you? I just made one mistake. You loved me so much. Why won’t you forgive me? I’m begging you, Samantha. As long as you’re willing to come back, I’ll do anything you ask.”
Herbert sat alone in the huge house, crying like a child.
