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?

Returning home, Christine patiently put Henry to rest before returning to her room with a darkened gaze.

She called Nate and said, "Where the hell is Jason? Get him to come to the phone."

"Are you nuts? I told you he's dead! He's dead!" Nate bellowed into the phone.

Christine sneered. "Ask Jason about what the hell he wants and get him to come back! Stop with this absurd excuse! I'm going to divorce him! Get him to come home right away!"

Christine hung up and threw her phone against the wall, but it still did not relieve her of her anger.

The pet she could always order around for ten years was suddenly no longer in her control. How could she come to terms with it?

As she breathed heavily, she swept the only photo of us by the nightstand to the floor. Her face was red with fury.

I was oddly calm looking at the cracked frame.

Suddenly, a knock came on the door. Henry said feebly, "Christine, my chest feels a little tight. I don't feel too good…"

Christine took a deep breath and quickly went over to open the door. She was taken aback to see the sight before her.

Henry was topless with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I clenched my fists tightly and relaxed them. My eyes reddened with fury.

"Christine, my chest started to hurt halfway through my shower. I wanted you to be with me."

I was nauseous with disgust seeing a full-grown man trying to gain pity.

Christine blushed, but she moved aside to let him into her room. The moment Henry entered the room, he eagerly hugged her and whispered seductively in her ear, "Christine, you should get a divorce. I don't want to see you suffering anymore. You deserve a much better man. I have thought about you every single day all these years…"

Christine blinked. "But…"

Henry cupped her face and looked deeply into her eyes. "Christine, don't you love me?"

I waited with bated breath, staring at Christine. I did not know what I was hoping for.

"I do."

At that moment, my heart broke into a million pieces.

"I love you too. We've missed out on so many years. I don't want to waste any more time, Christine."

Christine pursed her lips. Her eyes gleamed with determination. "You're right, Henry. I've called Jason to come back for our divorce. Once everything is settled, we'll be together."

They hugged tightly. I clenched my fists so hard as my body trembled uncontrollably.

Henry was her first love. Everyone in the industry knew about their love story.

The pauper fell in love with the wealthy heiress, and they eloped.

Christine's father, Richard, caught them halfway through the journey. He then sent Henry to prison on account of kidnapping a young woman.

From that point onward, a rift formed between Christine and Richard. Christine clung to the belief that Henry was innocent and that she was the one who destroyed his future and sent him to prison.

The truth, however, was quite the opposite. Henry had secured a buyer. He had planned to kidnap Christine and extort a ransom from Richard before selling her off to the buyer.

However, the plans were foiled as the news leaked. The buyer had fled.

That night, Christine drunkenly clutched onto me, mistaking me for Henry. From then on, all she had for me was hatred and revulsion.

When Richard died from a car crash, in his final moments, he held my hand and repeatedly told me to look after her.

Since Richard was dead, Henry, fresh out of prison, had once again turned his sights on Christine.

I tried to push Henry away from pinning Christine on the bed.

That monster! Scumbag!

However, nothing worked. My hands just went through Henry's body.

"Christine, wake up! That monster is just after your money! Don't fall for it!" I yelled. However, everything seemed rather comical.

Christine wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

I shut my eyes in utter disappointment.

Surprisingly, the thing that I expected to happen did not occur. Christine placed her hand on Henry's chest and pushed him away. She said, "Henry, you've not fully recovered. Besides, I'm not divorced yet."

Henry's gaze dimmed. "I'm sorry, Christine. I couldn't control myself."

Christine collected herself and said, "Get some rest. If Jason doesn't return tomorrow, we'll go and look for him."

I smiled bitterly. There was no chance in hell for her anymore.

I was suddenly curious. I wondered what her reaction would be when she saw my ashes.