Beyond Reach

When I found out I did not have much time left, it had been six years since Zac Xander and I broke up and six years since we became family. I rushed home in a panic and went straight to his study. I asked him if he was really going to marry Evelyn Gibson. He sneered at me, saying I was delusional and could not stand to see him happy. I stood there frozen, unable to muster a single word in response. Looking into his cold eyes, I slowly realized that Zac had probably hated me all along. Forcing a smile, I said, "But Evelyn isn’t the right match for you." I had my own selfish reasons, but I also knew there would never be a good outcome for the two of us. So, his future wife should not be someone like her, a socialite with a terrible reputation. "And what about you, the daughter of a mistress? Are you supposed to be my perfect match?" He glanced at me sideways, his eyes filled with disdain, as if he could see right through my thoughts. Zac stood up, the lig

After all, he wished for my death so much. I might as well give him one last surprise. "Who cares if you lose weight or not? I’d be thrilled if you starved to death!" Zac let out a cold snort and brushed past me. He then poured a glass of warm water, placing it on the table. "Seeing you ruins my mood. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have come back!" He seemed disgusted to be in the same room as me, leaving without even touching the water he had just poured. I watched him grab his suit jacket and hurriedly walk out of the villa. He treated me like an enemy, and avoided me as if I were a plague. That was how it had been for six long years. How had I managed to survive it? As I stared at the rippling surface of the glass of water, I could not resist taking a small sip. The warmth was familiar. At that moment, my vision blurred. Honestly, I did not even know myself anymore. I could not figure out why, after our breakup, I kept chasing Zac like I always ha

This was the only photo I had left of us. I would have to burn it for my afterlife self. After all, if the baby on the road to the afterlife ever wanted to know what her father looked like, I would be able to show her this picture. I would tell her that she had parents who loved her very much, so she could grow up bathed in love. ……The next time I saw Zac, he was back to his usual polished and dignified self.He effortlessly mingled with the guests, occasionally handing Evelyn some snacks to keep her satisfied.She looked annoyed by the whole event, her face showing clear signs of impatience.Then Zac leaned down and whispered something in her ear. And just like that, her mood flipped and she looked delighted.I thought she would go back to rest, but to my surprise, she walked straight toward me. "Are you Emma?" she asked with a bright smile, looking effortlessly perfect, like someone without a care in the world. "Zac thought I’d be bored, so he asked me to come fi

Her eyes were red as she listened to my final words, tears rolling down her face. When I finished speaking, she looked furious, like a lioness protecting her cub. "You’ve thought about everyone else, but what about yourself? Have you even considered your own needs?" She was crying uncontrollably, completely different from her usual polished, elegant self. I wanted so badly to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes and tell her not to cry. I was just tired.I was just going to another world. But she kept crying for me, and for the unfairness I had endured. I could not comfort her, though. Because I was so tired. ……I closed my eyes, thinking I would next open them on the road to the afterlife. But instead, after my death, I remained in this world as a wandering spirit. I watched as Anna collapsed on top of my body, screaming in agony, "Emma, you heartless woman, you’re not allowed to die! The baby is still waiting for you!" I saw the heart m

"Where’s Emma? I’m her older brother, getting married, and she’s not even coming?" He was always good at hiding his disdain.In front of my stepdad, he was the ever-kind and affectionate stepbrother. Toward my mom, he was the polite and respectful stepson. "Emma? She hasn’t responded to my messages. Can you believe it? She went abroad without even telling me and hasn’t called once." I could see the worry flash across my mom’s face. But she quickly composed herself, realizing this was Zac’s wedding, and added, "But Anna says Emma’s been really busy lately. Her professor chose her to take over a new project!" I watched my mom’s face light up with pride, and I managed a small smile. I did not know how much longer this lie could hold, but as long as it did, it was enough for now. "Is that so? I was planning to have her as one of my bridesmaids, but she won’t even reply to me," Zac said. His bangs were slightly covering the dark emotion in his eyes, his voice carrying a hint