Hatred Born, Parted Forever

Despite using my cornea, my husband, Felix Halward, forced me to kneel on glass shards.

Despite using my heart, my daughter declared that I was not fit to be her mother.

Before my artificial heart stopped beating, I called Felix, only to have him snap at me, “Liana, could you stop kicking up a fuss? If you want to die that badly, do it somewhere far away! I’m not collecting your corpse!”

I shut my remaining left eye as I lay on the snow.

Later on, Felix, who had stopped loving me, plucked out his own eyeball.