He Chose Her While I was Dying

Three days before I got married, Evan Jones' claustrophobic ex-girlfriend cornered my car at the cliff of a winding road and rammed into me 12 times.

When Evan arrived with the police, I was being rescued by the firefighters from my driver's seat, which had been smashed out of shape. However, Evan went to the limited-edition sports car, which had only lost some paint, and carried the trembling Nikki Shore in his arms.

"Evan, Madison is bleeding on her forehead; she needs to get it stitched up at the hospital."

However, Evan stopped my stretcher from getting into the car and glanced at my bleeding forehead and bruised arms. "These are just minor injuries, but Nikki has claustrophobia. Her condition will only get worse, and she has to go to the hospital first."

As I was about to be left behind, I used the last of my strength to grab Evan by his pant leg. He frowned and pried off my fingers. "Nikki didn't crash into you on purpose. It's just her condition acting up. You're a lawyer, and you should know how some things are beyond our control, so stop making a fuss right now."

With that, his assistant handed him a settlement agreement, and Evan grabbed my limp wrist to print my fingerprint on the papers. "Just bear with this. The ambulance will be coming soon."

I had never been the favorite of my family since I was young. When I got hurt, I had to bear with it, and when I got sick, I had to bear with it. All I had to do was go to sleep, and everything would be okay, but when I opened my eyes next, I realized I was floating in the air.

My physical self had expired next to the car, while my assistant, Kara Sawyer, turned pale as she tried to stop the bleeding on my forehead by carefully placing tissue on it. The young woman's eyes were red as she called out to me softly, "Please wake up, Madison… Just hold on a little longer. Don't go to sleep."

I wanted to wipe the tears from her face, but my fingers went through her. When I looked at the pale face below me, which had stopped breathing, I realized I was dead, and all I could do was look apologetically at Kara.

Kara was an intern who had not yet completed her university studies, but she had to face death because of me, and was forced to stay with my corpse, her fingers trembling from fear.

The car hit mine 12 times at high speed, and anyone would know that it was dangerous for the person in the car being hit. However, Evan Jones had eyes only for Nikki Shore. He was worried I would go looking for trouble with Nikki. Not wanting her to suffer any harm at all, he ignored the wounds on me and forcefully inked my fingerprint on an agreement.

I should have known that