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
Me? I raised my hand and wiped my nose, instinctively pulling a tissue from my pocket to clean up. But this time, the bleeding was worse than usual, and I could not stop it no matter what I tried. "Are you stressed out? You're an adult now. Can’t you learn to take better care of yourself?" He took the tissue from my hand with a look of disdain but patiently wiped the blood off my face. Watching him be so patient with me, I suddenly did not understand him at all. I must have looked terrible with my sunken eyes and pale skin. I was even wearing a bulky down jacket and my face was smeared with blood.Yet, even in that sorry state, I received Zac’s rare tenderness.He was always like this, constantly switching between distant and caring. Just when I was ready to give up on him, he would throw me a little bit of kindness, making me believe there was still hope for us."Alright, don’t embarrass me like that again next time!"He made sure to emphasize it, almost as if he
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
"I’m happy to take care of her, unlike some people who keep clinging to the past," Anna said, her voice losing some of its edge as her eyes suddenly turned red. Zac pressed his lips together, his gaze falling on the items in her arms. When he noticed the photo on top, he froze. "Didn’t Emma throw this picture away a long time ago?" "I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m leaving now!" Anna had no idea I had thrown the photo away right in front of Zac. She was just faithfully trying to fulfill the promises she had made to me. With quick reflexes, Zac snatched the photo from her hands. "This should have been thrown out long ago. What gives you the right to take it?" "You! You’re unbelievable! Do you even know what this means to Emma?" Anna bit back the rest of her words. "What does it mean to her?" Zac demanded. "Nothing. If you want it, take it! She wouldn’t care about any of this anymore anyway!" Anna could no longer pretend everything was fine. Sh