Love Never Wilts in a Moment

Everyone knew that Simon Zimmer and Luna Springfield had been friends with benefits for a year, but they had chosen to hide it from Bertha Marsh, the deaf one.

During a New Year’s gathering, Bertha's cold attitude caused displeasure to Simon’s friend.

“Simon, is Bertha kicking up a fuss again? Seriously, that doctor of yours is more considerate. She knows how to get you into a good mood and doesn’t throw tantrums,” he said loudly with disdain.

Simon’s expression turned dark, and he snapped at him. “Don’t say anything you shouldn’t. Bertha’s the most important person to me. I’ll die if she leaves.”

He then anxiously signed to Bertha to ask whether she was sick.

What he did not know was that Bertha had heard it all, and their future together was over.

“Ms. Marsh, the plan for your fake death is in place. You will ‘die’ in an accident. After that, your personal information will be destroyed, and you will cease to exist.” A cold, mechanical voice came through Bertha Marsh’s phone.

She smiled and replied with a firm, “Okay.”

“We’ve given you a new identity in Switzerland, and your death will occur half a month later. Please cooperate with us when the time comes.”

Once she hung up, Bertha opened an app and scrolled down. Soon, she received a message that she had successfully booked a flight ticket.

Following that, she drove over to the restaurant where she was supposed to have a date with Simon Zimmer.

She went upstairs shortly after she spoke with a waiter. Simon had booked the second floor and covered the place with roses. Only the table beside the window was not covered in flowers.

It offered the best view, which was a clear view of the entire ocean.

Soon after Bertha sat down, the sight of a man and woman on the beach drew her attention.

The sun shone on the woman's smooth back. Then the man removed his blazer and covered her while he caressed her thin neck. Bertha could not see their faces, but the man wore a ring with a ruby on his middle finger.

It was cut from the same raw gemstone as the one on Bertha’s ring.

She took her phone out and tapped the name at the top of her contact list. With trembling fingers, she typed her message for around five minutes. During this time, she kept deleting and retyping her message. In the end, she only sent three words.

[Where are you?]

The receiver replied quickly. [I’m at a meeting in the company. What’s wrong?]

Bertha looked outside. The man was typing on his phone with one hand as he forced the woman to remain in the same position.

Bertha held her phone tightly as pain filled her heart. Her eyes stung while she replied, [How much longer will it take before you arrive?]

[An hour.]

Soon, the man sent another message over, as though trying to appease her. [Are you getting antsy from