Chasing After My Beloved Wife novel Chapter 8

"Young lady, are you here to confirm the identity of your family members? Please accept our deepest condolences."

The staff in charge noticed Joye and spoke politely to her. Joye finally couldn't control herself and burst into tears. "Aren't you going to initiate a search and rescue operation?! Get more to join the operation! They might still be alive!"

Grabbing the man's collar, she shook him, staring at him with her reddened eyes and lack of reasoning.

"Miss, we have been searching, but unfortunately, there is no sign of life on the fallen plane."

He wanted to push her away, but when he saw that she was heartbroken, he sighed and let her vent the sadness.

It was rare for such a huge aviation accident to occur, but once it happened, it was a complete disaster.

"Impossible!"

Her heart hurt so much that she could hardly breathe. She released her hand, grabbed the button on her chest, and squatted on the ground, breathing heavily.

Her family told her they would go for a grand meal when they returned. How could they be gone just like that?

In the distance, Shawn sat in the car, staring at her hunched and heartbroken figure. His brows furrowed even deeper when he realized that she was crying in pain

Joye somehow managed to sign all the paperwork concerning her family's death. Numbed, as if she had lost her soul, she walked aimlessly along the road, grieving.

It wasn't until her shoes were wet and cold that she gained some of her reason.

Looking at the calm river surface, she couldn't help but shed tears again.

"It was my fault! My mistakes got you all killed!" Joye shouted in despair.

If she didn't get mad and called the reporters to the hotel to catch Shawn cheating, she wouldn't have angered him, and this wouldn't have happened.

"I was wrong! I killed you guys for a man who doesn’t even love me! I deserve to die!

Her knees gave way, and she fell into the mud. She slapped her cheeks hard, but she didn't feel any pain.

Joye cried for a very long time, and the tears on her face were dried up by the wind. She didn't even register the cold river chilling her body. It was not even waist-high even with the rising tide, but it was bone-chillingly cold.

Just as she was about to get up, a strong arm appeared around her waist and pulled her hard.