Blood pooled around Denise, staining the dark and iron tracks.

Denise’s body was still warm, but her gaze was slowly fading. A few scattered snowflakes landed on her long eyelashes, and she felt so icy, so cold.

Denise could no longer see Keaton, even though he was just a breath away. She had chased after him her entire life, even marrying a man she didn’t love just to be a little closer to him.

However, Keaton had left her no way out at all in the end.

Craig and Keaton. How foolish she had been. She had actually gone to seek out Craig, and she had dared to fantasize about Keaton wanting her back.

However, Keaton wouldn’t want her back. He would rather see her dead.

Voices began to emerge in the distance, along with the sound of an ambulance. However, she would not wait any longer.

In the final moments of her life, Denise experienced a vision. She saw Callan walking toward her in the white suit he wore on their wedding day. His face still bore that gentle and refined smi