My wife, Christine Leigh, forced me to the brink of death all for her first love, Henry Carson.

To give him a liver transplant, she sent me to the surgery table.

I told her I had cancer and that the doctors had advised against the surgery. She just looked at me with an undisguised contempt, "Jason Lowe, stop with your petty tricks. Don't forget, you owe our family your life!"

I lowered my head and smiled bitterly.

I never left the surgery table.

I was dead.

When I came around, I realized that my spirit was lingering around Christine Leigh. I was tied to her, unable to escape.

She was wearing the wedding gown that I had designed for her, pacing anxiously outside the surgery theater.

This moment cut my heart into a million pieces. No wonder she asked me to design a wedding gown not long ago. I thought that she had finally agreed to a wedding.

However, it turned out…

We had known each other for ten years, and I was hospitalized countless times, yet I had never once seen her like this.

I died an hour ago on the surgery table, less than 500 meters away from her.

Yet, I was not as important as Henry Carson.

At that moment, the doctor exited the theater and, with a long sigh, said, "The liver transplant surgery went extremely well. Don't worry. The patient will be transferred to the general ward soon."

Christine was so delighted that she cried tears of joy.

She eagerly rushed into Henry's ward and held his hand.

"Henry, I promised you that if the surgery was a success, I would come and see you in a wedding gown. I have a ring with me, too. Look. This is your favorite brand."

She excitedly placed a ring on Henry's finger.

Henry responded with a gentle smile.

I took one look, and my heart instantly sank. I remembered our wedding ring in the dirty water in a mop bucket.

"Jason will be upset if he finds out about this. Let's not…"

Henry feigned a worried look and tried to take off the ring, but Christine stopped him.

With a darkened gaze, she said, "He has no right to be upset! He's nothing but a pet that my family had adopted.

"Just because he donated his liver to you, he had been taking advantage of the situation and constantly calling me.

"If my father hadn't bought him from the human traffickers, he would've been long dead. Donating a liver is nothing at all. I can't stand his pretentious attitude."

Seeing the disdain on her face, it felt as if someone had squeezed tightly on my heart, so much so that I could not breathe.

It looked like one could still feel disappointment even after their death. It was much more painful than when the doctors cut me open on the surgery table.

The despair and suffocation I felt before death overwhelmed me once more.

In my final moments, I remembered thinking about how no one would look after Christine once I died.

Before dying, I had used up all of my remaining strength to call her. I pleaded with her, saying, "Christine, can you come and see me? I think I'm about to…"

Before I could finish, she impatiently interrupted me. "Jason Lowe, enough! You only had a liver transplant! It's not like you're dying! Stop annoying me! You've called me more than a dozen times now! Just stop!"

"No, Christine, it's…"

Then, I saw only darkness, and my phone fell to the ground. Before I lost all consciousness, I heard the disconnecting tone of the call.

Christine was still reprimanding me with a grim expression, saying, "He gets up at five every morning to make me breakfast. Then, he keeps harassing me to drink some health supplement tea. All he does is pretend to be nice."

I chuckled self-deprecatingly. I had been doing all this only because she had developed a serious gastric condition due to her long-time drinking some time ago.

It took me five years to nurse her back to health, so much so that she could finally attend business events and happily drink to her heart's desire.

Suddenly, an angry yell came from the corridors.

"Christine Leigh, you murderer! Come out now! Come out, you murderer!"

My chest tightened.

I was more than familiar with this person: my best friend, Nate Flint. He was also the only one by my side when I died.

"Christine Leigh, you killed Jason! How the hell could you get a cancer patient to do a liver transplant? And all for that scumbag Henry? You're a monster!"

Nate kicked the door open and grabbed Christine by her collar. The veins on his forehead popped.

Christine looked at him calmly and snickered. "Cancer patient? What a great lie. Jason's act failed, so he got you to come here and put on another act? Just let him die then. Consider it a payment to our family for raising him."

I smiled bitterly.

As expected. I was nothing more than a pet in her eyes.

Nate's gaze darkened. He raised his fist and punched the wall next to her ear.

Christine was so terrified that her face lost all its color.

I was equally stunned, but I immediately knew that Nate was just angry.

"Let go of Christine…" Henry pretended to flip the covers aside and tried to get out of bed.

Nate kicked him. "Shut up! You're just doing this for the money! Christine might be blind, but I'm not! You scumbag! You killed my best friend!"

Christine's gaze darkened. She raised her hand and slapped Nate.

"Nate, enough! If anything happens to Henry, I'll make you pay! If I have to choose between Jason and Henry, I'd let Jason die!"

Her icy words echoed in my ears. I tried hard to keep myself from falling.

At that moment, the security guards rushed in and dragged Nate out.

"Christine, you'd better not regret this! I hope you have a long life so that Jason can haunt you forever!"

I was upset when I looked at the scene.

Christine looked annoyed. Then, she took her phone out and sent me a message.

[Jason, you can stop the disgusting act! All you just want is money, right?]

Then, she wired ten thousand dollars to me.

I might have needed the money for the expensive cancer medication in the past, but I no longer need it.

For the following month, Christine never returned home once. She stayed with Henry until he was discharged.

On the day that he was discharged, Christine called me over and over again, unable to reach me. She started to look impatient.

Then, she left me a voice message.

"Jason, stop this at once! Come and get our luggage. If not, just wait for a divorce!"

I chuckled self-deprecatingly. I was dead. How on earth was I going to answer her call?

Henry pursed his lips, looking hesitant. "Christine, maybe it isn't nice to get Jason to help us with our luggage. He just had surgery, too."

Christine looked annoyed. "You're just too kind, Henry. Trust me. He would want all the opportunities to appear in front of me."

As time went by, Christine's gaze darkened. She never expected that I would defy her.

Thus, she took Henry along and rushed over to my studio. It was the day I was supposed to present my work. She was sure that she would find me there.

I gazed with lingering affection at all the works I had created over the past ten years. After ten years, I could finally show my work.

What a pity. I was so close to achieving my dreams.

Henry's gentle expression slowly turned menacing as he looked at my works all around him. As an artist himself, he was jealous of me.

While Christine was asking my assistant about my whereabouts, he suddenly had an idea and deliberately fell to the side.

With a loud snap, diamonds scattered and fell to the ground.

The first work I had ever done for Christine was titled 'The Lover's Heart,' and it was destroyed just like that.

I gritted my teeth as I clenched my fists so hard that they cracked. I wanted to punch that scumbag. Even if I knew he had done it on purpose, I could not do anything about it.

Christine had once said that she was envious of her business rival, who successfully acquired a one-of-a-kind diamond necklace.

So, I worked day and night just to design a unique necklace, The Lover's Heart, just for her. I still remember how she beamed when she received the necklace and how beautiful her smile was.

She said smugly, "Place this necklace in the most prominent place in the studio. I want everyone to know this necklace can only be worn by me. No one else is worthy of touching it!"

I obediently placed the necklace where all could see. I had received countless offers to buy the necklace, but I never sold it.

Every time I looked at it, I would deceive myself once more, telling myself that if I just worked a little harder, Christine would surely fall for me.

So, I lied to myself for ten years.

Yet, at that moment, Christine quickly ran over to Henry and helped him up, looking worried.

"Are you hurt?"

Henry's eyes reddened. He said innocently, "Christine, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it. Do you think Jason would get mad?"

Christine replied coolly, "It's just a stupid necklace. Nothing is more important than your body."

Even though I had expected this answer from her, my heart still throbbed in pain.

My assistant opened his mouth but said nothing. Then, he said anxiously, "Jason really isn't here, Ms. Leigh. He hasn't shown himself for a month. It's time for him to go on stage. We're still searching for him."

"Since he isn't here…" Christine raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Great. We'll get Henry to take his place on stage."

Everyone was stunned, and even I looked at her in disbelief. She knew I had been waiting ten years for this exhibition.

Every work there was my blood, sweat, and tears. My babies.

"W…won't Jason be upset at you? I wouldn't want to…"

"It's done," Christine said, interrupting Henry.

Henry looked helpless, but I could see the suppressed delight and excitement gleaming in his eyes.

I shut my eyes and accepted my fate in resignation.

Henry went on stage to accept the spotlight and praises from the media.

Christine, in the audience, was furrowing her brows with a darkened gaze. I knew her well: she was extremely unhappy at that moment.

What else was she unhappy about? She had given the only thing I had left in the world to Henry.

Thanks to her, I had become the thief who stole other people's works and claimed them as my own.

Why was she still unhappy?