Chapter 8

The delivery guy handed a box the size of a notebook to Michael. "Here's a package for you. Please sign your name here."

"Did you buy something for me, Shirley?" After accepting the package, Michael walked into the house with the package in hand.

A look of suspicion flashed across Shirley's eyes. But in a split second, she smiled sweetly and said, "No. I was actually thinking of getting you something with my scholarship money, but I'm still deciding."

"You should save that money for your future wedding. Don't waste it on me," Michael replied.

It was only then that Michael checked the sender's name.

The package was from me.

Michael's expression instantly turned cold. He opened the door and tossed the package out right away.

I hovered nearby, watching. My heart ached as if it had thousands of needles running through it. I felt as if dying wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Michael returned to the table.

Shirley looked curious. "Why did you throw it away, Michael?"

"It's just ru