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I died. I died right on the steps in front of the hospital. My soul drifted aimlessly until it floated to Matthew’s side. I thought he would be home at that hour, but instead, he was in his office. The room was blanketed in darkness. He leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, lost in thought. Hearing a sound at the door, I instinctively tried to hide behind the filing cabinet, only to realize I was now a spirit—no one could see me. I moved closer and stood beside Matthew as we both turned to look toward the door. Angela entered, her arms full of takeaway bags. She looked slightly harassed as she looked at Matthew. “The beef stew shop on the east side was closed, so I bought these from somewhere else. Try them and see how they are.” Angela carefully set everything on the table, unwrapping each item with care. She tore open a pair of utensils and handed them to Matthew. He picked up a piece of beef and placed it in his mouth. Before he could chew, he spat it out in
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I looked at the two of them, their movements so natural and at ease, and I felt a surge of madness as I clutched my head, desperate to leave.I stormed toward the door in anger, only to be stopped by a sudden flash of light. I sank to the floor in despair, listening to their conversation behind me. I began to pound at my chest with my hands. But I felt no pain. I felt nothing at all—no sensation of a heartbeat, no awareness of its existence. I covered my ears with my hands, trying to block out their nauseating sounds, but it was useless. No matter what I did, their voices persisted. I slumped into the corner, my mind flooding with memories of my past with Matthew. I was the illegitimate daughter of the Stark family. My mother had died during my difficult birth, and from that moment on, my life had been nothing but hardship. The Stark family had always treated me with extreme cruelty. Most people didn’t even know I existed. From an early age, I understood that the S
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The morgue's dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls, its chilling atmosphere enough to make anyone uneasy as soon as they stepped inside. Because of his rushed arrival, Matthew's shirt looked hastily put together. His hair, though adjusted on the way, still appeared messy and unkempt. He stood beside my body, his brow furrowed in silence, lost in thought. I stood next to him, my gaze fixed on my own body lying on the morgue table—pale, lifeless, streaked with blood. My face bore fresh scars from the impact of my fall but the blood had already dried. I grimaced and frowned. Why couldn’t Ella give me some dignity in my final moments and at least wipe my face clean? I sighed, recalling my treatments over the last two years. I had already accumulated quite a substantial debt with Dr. Ella Grint. I had planned to repay her once I managed to get back on my feet and earned enough. Ella was unfortunate to have ended up with a patient like me. Matthew shifted his weight s
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I followed Matthew to the police station just as dawn was breaking. Angela and Ella were there as well. Matthew walked toward Angela and she grabbed his hand. Her expression was neutral but a faint smile lingered in her eyes. “Is Giselle really dead?” Matthew looked at her, his brow furrowing slightly. “Are you happy she’s dead?” Angela froze at his words, then snorted coldly as she shook his hand off. “Where did I say I was happy? I’m just worried whatever she’s done will haunt us even after she’s dead. “I’m more worried about you.” Matthew clenched his hand and placed it in his pocket then lowered his gaze without saying a word. Looking at Matthew’s expression, I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for Angela. Although Matthew acted as if he followed Angela’s every word and tried his best to please her, based on what I knew about him, he didn’t like Angela at all. Their relationship was likely only about the company going public. It seemed that men would sacrifice
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Matthew lost control and slapped Angela across the face. The sound echoed through the room, leaving everyone stunned.Angela froze, her hand slowly rising to touch her now-swollen cheek. Then, her own fury ignited, she glared at Matthew and shrieked, “How dare you hit me, Matthew!”Tears streamed down her face as she lunged at him, clawing at his shirt like a madwoman, her voice cracking with rage. “Who begged me to force Giselle out of the company, huh? Who? You threw her out without hesitation, so why are you pretending to care about her life now?“You want to act like a grieving saint? Don’t make me laugh!” she spat venomously, her nails digging into his sleeves. “If you truly cared about her, why did you stab her in the back? You’re nothing but a selfish, conniving bastard. You ruin everything you touch, then expect others to see you as the good guy!”Angela’s voice grew shrill as she screamed. “Let me tell you something—you don’t even own that company anymore! It belongs
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Because of my medical history and the substantial amount Angela had to pay in compensation, the police only detained Matthew for three days.The first thing he did after his release was go to the hospital to find Ella. When she saw him, disgust clouded her expression, too evident to conceal. “Matthew, didn’t you understand what I said? You’re not welcome here.”Clenching his fists, Matthew stared at her, his face worn and haggard. “I know I was wrong. I let Giselle down,” he said hoarsely. “I just want to see her one last time. Even if it’s just her ashes—it doesn’t matter. I’m begging you.”Watching his anguish, I frowned and looked toward Ella. “Just let him see me. End his torment and let me go,” I pleaded silently.I didn’t want to linger around him any longer. During his three days of detention, it felt as though I had never truly known him. In just two years, life had reduced him to this pitiful state. The once gentle and refined man had vanished, replaced by so
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Matthew spoke at length about his regret and apologized profusely, his words laced with anguish. I shook my head in resignation as I watched him. What use was his regret now, after he had chosen to betray me? As twilight approached, he finally left. He called a car and headed straight to Angela's house. The door to Angela's house stood wide open as if waiting for him. Angela stood at the entrance with cold, piercing eyes, staring at him. “Back so soon? Judging by the way you look, you must not be very comfortable with where you are staying. “I’ve prepared a bath for you. If you get down on your knees and beg for my forgiveness, I might consider keeping you a while longer,” she sneered. Matthew gave her a cold smile. “You’re getting ahead of yourself. The company’s final ownership is still uncertain. I’ve already called the company. “My shares are still valid. Whatever you’ve convinced yourself about the company being yours—well, you’re probably dreaming.” Angela l
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[Matthew's Perspective] I came from a very poor family. In my entire village, I was the only one who ever went to college. The money for my education came from the villagers who all pooled together a little bit here and there to help me. On the day I left, my parents gripped my hand tightly, telling me to make something of myself and return to give back to the village elders and neighbors. I nodded at them, but the weight in my chest felt like it would suffocate me. I had always believed that as long as I studied hard, I could change my life. But when I got to college, I finally understood the gaps between people. My parents gave me five hundred dollars each month for living expenses. They had saved it by cutting corners and living frugally.Compared to the two or three thousand dollars that my dormmates spent, my five hundred felt like a cruel joke. I began working every chance I could. After a year of grueling work, I still didn’t earn enough to buy a pair of shoes f
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When Angela forced me to divorce Giselle back then, I was still smug about it. Now, however, I am consumed by regret. I couldn’t imagine how much suffering she must have endured during those two years, battling illness and repaying debts all on her own. I also couldn’t forgive Angela for everything she had done to Giselle. During the three days of detention, I begged the police to let me make a phone call. Through that call, I learned of Angela’s scheming—how she had surreptitiously transferred the company to herself. I was overcome by both grief and anger. It was my fault. I had forced Giselle away, leaving her vulnerable and allowing Angela to exploit her. But I had grown wiser over these two years. I had the company’s financial ledgers in my hands. If I wanted to, I could reduce Angela to nothing. After leaving the police station, I went to find Ella. I wanted to see Giselle one last time. I wanted to apologize to her. I clung to her urn and cried for a long time
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Matthew spoke at length about his regret and apologized profusely, his words laced with anguish. I shook my head in resignation as I watched him. What use was his regret now, after he had chosen to betray me? As twilight approached, he finally left. He called a car and headed straight to Angela's house. The door to Angela's house stood wide open as if waiting for him. Angela stood at the entrance with cold, piercing eyes, staring at him. “Back so soon? Judging by the way you look, you must not be very comfortable with where you are staying. “I’ve prepared a bath for you. If you get down on your knees and beg for my forgiveness, I might consider keeping you a while longer,” she sneered. Matthew gave her a cold smile. “You’re getting ahead of yourself. The company’s final ownership is still uncertain. I’ve already called the company. “My shares are still valid. Whatever you’ve convinced yourself about the company being yours—well, you’re probably dreaming.” Angela l
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Matthew lost control and slapped Angela across the face. The sound echoed through the room, leaving everyone stunned.Angela froze, her hand slowly rising to touch her now-swollen cheek. Then, her own fury ignited, she glared at Matthew and shrieked, “How dare you hit me, Matthew!”Tears streamed down her face as she lunged at him, clawing at his shirt like a madwoman, her voice cracking with rage. “Who begged me to force Giselle out of the company, huh? Who? You threw her out without hesitation, so why are you pretending to care about her life now?“You want to act like a grieving saint? Don’t make me laugh!” she spat venomously, her nails digging into his sleeves. “If you truly cared about her, why did you stab her in the back? You’re nothing but a selfish, conniving bastard. You ruin everything you touch, then expect others to see you as the good guy!”Angela’s voice grew shrill as she screamed. “Let me tell you something—you don’t even own that company anymore! It belongs
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I looked at the two of them, their movements so natural and at ease, and I felt a surge of madness as I clutched my head, desperate to leave.I stormed toward the door in anger, only to be stopped by a sudden flash of light. I sank to the floor in despair, listening to their conversation behind me. I began to pound at my chest with my hands. But I felt no pain. I felt nothing at all—no sensation of a heartbeat, no awareness of its existence. I covered my ears with my hands, trying to block out their nauseating sounds, but it was useless. No matter what I did, their voices persisted. I slumped into the corner, my mind flooding with memories of my past with Matthew. I was the illegitimate daughter of the Stark family. My mother had died during my difficult birth, and from that moment on, my life had been nothing but hardship. The Stark family had always treated me with extreme cruelty. Most people didn’t even know I existed. From an early age, I understood that the S
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I died. I died right on the steps in front of the hospital. My soul drifted aimlessly until it floated to Matthew’s side. I thought he would be home at that hour, but instead, he was in his office. The room was blanketed in darkness. He leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, lost in thought. Hearing a sound at the door, I instinctively tried to hide behind the filing cabinet, only to realize I was now a spirit—no one could see me. I moved closer and stood beside Matthew as we both turned to look toward the door. Angela entered, her arms full of takeaway bags. She looked slightly harassed as she looked at Matthew. “The beef stew shop on the east side was closed, so I bought these from somewhere else. Try them and see how they are.” Angela carefully set everything on the table, unwrapping each item with care. She tore open a pair of utensils and handed them to Matthew. He picked up a piece of beef and placed it in his mouth. Before he could chew, he spat it out in
