After finishing her words, Anna did not pay any more attention to the devastated Zac. She hurried to the bedroom to comfort the baby, who had been startled awake. But what neither she nor I expected was that Zac followed her into the room. He looked at the baby in Anna’s arms, forcing a smile. "He’s really handsome. Have you named him yet?" "Stop wasting time with your nonsense. I’m not telling you anything about Emma!" Anna eyed him warily. "In all these months, you haven’t visited Emma once. Aren’t you afraid she’ll hate you?" Zac’s raspy voice carried a disturbing hint of obsession. "Tell me, where did you bury Emma?" His usual composed, cold demeanor suddenly turned dark and menacing. The baby in Anna’s arms must have sensed something because he started crying again, his high-pitched wails piercing the room and snapping Zac out of his madness. "I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I just... I just want to see Emma." He reached out as if to hold the baby,
I had been dead for a while now. If you had told me before I died, maybe I would have gone along with his little play of getting back together, pretending there were no regrets left in my life. But I was dead. I no longer needed Zac’s display of affection. I lost track of how long Zac stayed by my grave, rambling on and on. All I remembered was that the sky slowly darkened, and still, he could not bring himself to leave. But it felt like I was fading away. I noticed my body becoming transparent, and I could see the road to the afterlife, lined with flowers.At the other end of that road, a little girl with pigtails seemed to be calling out to me, "Mom." My body started drifting uncontrollably toward the light, and behind me, I heard Zac screaming desperately. I did not want to turn back. I never owed Zac anything. But love could make people lose their way. I loved Zac for so many years. This time, I just wanted to love myself and the child I neve
When I realized this, it all became clear. The person I hated was never Emma, and it wasn’t her mother either. It was my father, the one who betrayed us. But after years of living under his authority, I never had the courage to admit that all of this was his fault. I wanted to make up for it. But when I saw her empty, lifeless eyes, I did not know what to say. I threw myself into learning the company business, hoping to take over Xander Corporation from my father. But he told me, "You can’t succeed until you have a family." So, I found a suitable partner, an heiress who was in love with someone else and just needed a scapegoat.But at my wedding, Emma wasn’t there. Anna told me she was dead, and I laughed it off as ridiculous. How could Emma be dead? But a month passed. Then two months... ... Half a year went by. Anna had her baby, and still, Emma did not return. I could not sit still anymore and tried to get information from Anna about
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
She did not ask if I had argued with Zac. Instead, she looked at my face with concern and asked, "Where did the blood come from?" I saw that familiar look of fear and panic in her eyes. It was the same expression she had before she remarried, a reminder of the scars left by my biological father’s abuse. Not wanting to worry her, I forced a smile and said I was just stressed out.Only then did Mom breathe a sigh of relief and urge me to get some rest.I pushed through the pain as I made my way back to my bedroom and lay down, cold sweat breaking out on my forehead.I swallowed a few painkillers dry and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would take over.If I could just fall asleep, the pain would go away.In my dreams, there was no cold-hearted Zac, and no mother always in tears.In my half-conscious state, it felt like I had gone back to the sweetest times with Zac. Back then, I still lived in the slums of the South District, and we were in the purest kind of love. We wa
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
Anna wiped away her tears with a smile. "Yes, for sure." I was sorry, I lied to you. Deep down, I silently regretted my words. I had lied to the one person who knew how little time I had left. At most, I only had a month to live. ……When I dragged myself back to my room, utterly exhausted, someone who should not have been there was waiting for me. The room was filled with the nauseating smell of cigarette smoke. Having barely eaten all day, I instinctively ran to the bathroom and vomited until I was dizzy. I did not even hear Zac's footsteps approaching. I was half-kneeling on the floor, reaching up to flush the toilet, when I suddenly felt a warm grip on my wrist. "Are you pregnant? When did you sneak off behind my back? Planning to bring some bastard into the family to steal my inheritance?" He pinned my hand against the wall, leaning over me, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at my stomach. "Emma, if you want to stay in the Xander family, you’d bet
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