"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
"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
"So, you still don’t believe it?" Anna tilted her head with a sorrowful smile. "If you really don’t believe it, just pretend she’s still abroad." People were always full of contradictions. Anna had tried so hard to convince Zac that I was truly gone, but he stubbornly held on to the idea that it was all an elaborate act, a scheme the two of us had concocted. But when Anna finally gave up trying to prove it, his eyes reddened. "Anna, you’re lying, aren’t you?" "Yes, sure. Just think I’m lying, since you won’t believe me anyway." Anna did not want to explain anymore. She was tired. From all the arrangements for my funeral, her once round, pregnancy-glow face had thinned out. She turned to leave, but Zac grabbed her wrist tightly. "Let go!" "No. You’re not leaving until you tell me the truth about Emma." Zac’s voice trembled, his breathing becoming shallow. "I’ve already told you everything there is to say. You’ll never see Emma again in this lifetim
Zac was stunned. After all these years, this was the first time his father had ever brought up the subject of remarrying. His father told him that his marriage to Zac's mother had always been a business arrangement, with no real feelings involved. When Zac’s mother found true love while traveling abroad and asked for a divorce, his father agreed. But for the sake of ten-year-old Zac, they continued to pretend to be together. It wasn’t until later, when his father met my mom, that the sham marriage finally ended. After Zac heard all of this, his eyes turned bloodshot. He clenched his jaw, trying to find some hint of a lie in his father’s expression. But he seemed to fail. His father’s first heartfelt conversation with him turned out to be a brutal revelation. "So when you met my stepmom, you and my mom were already divorced?" Zac’s father nodded awkwardly. "You were still young back then, so I didn’t tell you. Now, your stepmom and I are planning a world tour,
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