Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 437

Sarah was stunned. The last time she had seen Tina, it was in her counseling office. After a simple therapy session, her condition had seemed to improve. But now, just three days later, she had become nothing more than a photograph in someone’s arms.

She hadn’t even finished the plans they had mapped out together. Something had gone terribly wrong.

A reporter held a microphone close to Sarah’s face. “Miss Sanders, please read the contents of the suicide note.”

Sarah glanced at the reporter before lowering her gaze to the letter.

"Life is so exhausting. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to be alive. Miss Sanders, I followed your advice yesterday and started choosing things to do, just like you suggested. But the more I did, the worse I felt. Every time I completed something, the emotions only became stronger… I can’t do this anymore.

Just like you said—once I finish everything, I can leave. But for someone like me, who never needed to do any of it in the first place, none of it matters.

I want relief. I don’t know if Schrödinger’s cat is alive or dead, but the only thing I want is freedom from this.

Miss Sanders, thank you for your reminder, but I don’t want to live anymore. Goodbye."

Sarah read every word aloud, her voice steady.

But as she went through the letter, she noticed something—the contradiction between the beginning and the end. Something had changed.

What had happened between writing that list and making this irreversible decision?

Before she could process it further, Mrs. Mendes’s voice trembled with rage.

“If it weren’t for you telling my daughter to imagine three more days of life, would she ever have written this ridiculous list?”

She yanked a folded piece of paper from her bag and held it up to the cameras. It was Tina’s list.

“Look at this!” she cried out to the reporters. “This is what that woman made my poor daughter write. She told her to list out everything she wanted to do in seventy-two hours! Isn’t it obvious? She was guiding my daughter to finish all her unfinished business so she could die in peace! And now—now my daughter is really dead!”

The camera flashes intensified, focusing on the list in Mrs. Mendes’s shaking hands. Every single item written in the grid was now exposed to the public.

Mrs. Mendes choked on her sobs, her voice thick with grief. “It’s all because of her! If she hadn’t made my daughter fill out that damn list—”

And then another:

"I know what I have to do. It wasn’t my fault that I got sick. Miss Sanders said there was still a chance for me… but do I really have a chance? I don’t think I do anymore…"

Sarah’s expression darkened.

Tina never mentioned having a brother.

During their counseling session, she had never once brought up a sibling.

As Sarah processed the implications, Mrs. Mendes continued, her voice raw with sorrow.

“My Tina was an outstanding student—top of her class! I raised her alone, pouring everything I had into her future. We were so close to a better life. She promised to buy me a big house, to take me on trips!”

Her cries turned into a scream of despair. “And now she’s dead! Give me back my daughter!”