I break up with Ansel Wright when his enemies chase him for debt payment, and I start dating a rich man.

Ansel says he loves me and begs me not to break up. He weeps and continues that he cannot live without me; I am in another man's arms as I pour whiskey on him and say scornfully, "Ansel, stop pestering me! I never want to hide with you and live without money again!"

He leaves with a despondent look on his face.

Six years later, he returns to Wall Street as a finance giant that everyone in New York takes notice of.

The moment he gets back to the country, he brings his fiancée to show off to me, but he cannot find me, no matter how hard he tries, because I die the day he returns to the country.

The day Ansel Wright returned to the country, I was huddled beside a trash can at the intersection of Wall Street, eating scraps that I had scavenged to fill my stomach.

My legs had been cut off, and I could only prop up my body with my hands. I was disheveled and in rags, and I looked no different from a beggar.

As I looked up at the huge advertising screen at the intersection, I saw that Ansel was being interviewed with his fiancée, Anne Nelson. Over the past two years, Ansel had become a rising star named in Forbes' Rankings.

The air-conditioning in the interview room seemed to be too cold, as Ansel took off his jacket and draped it over Anne.

He did it in a familiar manner, and there was a tender, gentle look in his eyes.

My eyes turned red abruptly, and a lump rose in my throat as tears rolled down my cheeks.

I had always loved wearing dresses. Even on snowy winter days when the temperature was below freezing, I would wear dresses that exposed my bare legs. During those times, Ansel had also taken off his coat and draped it over me fondly.

When the reporter had almost finished with his interview, the host suddenly asked, "Mr. Wright, I hear that you and Ms. Nelson are about to get married. Could you tell us why you got together?"

Ansel smiled and took Anne's hand. "Six years ago, my business failed, and I was heavily in debt. I was at rock bottom in life, and my ex-wife aborted our child after she divorced me. Anne has stayed by me since then, from the toughest times until today.

"Two months from now, I am going to hold a grand wedding for her. Everyone is welcome to attend. I am going to make her the happiest bride!"

People began speculating as soon as he had finished.

"Ansel's ex-wife is so selfish."

"Her husband was deep in debt, and she ran off on her own."

"Now that Ansel is so successful, she must regret it deeply!"

Everyone was criticizing me and calling me a callous, cold-blooded ex-wife.

Many people were also praising Anne, who was Ansel's current fiancée and had remained faithfully with him.

Through the gigantic screen, I could clearly see the hatred in Ansel's eyes.

He seemed to be scorning me and how ruthless and cruel I had been. It almost seemed as if he were saying, "See, you abandoned me back then. Now you should regret it!"

I knew that he wanted nothing more than for me to die right away.

The intense hatred made me tremble all over.

It was December, and snow was falling on Wall Street. I was wearing thin, ragged clothes and trembling with the cold. I was like the little match girl, and it felt like I would freeze to death on the streets at any moment.

The interview ended.

It was time for me to go home.

I propped myself up on the ground with my hands and moved my body. My hands were placed right on top of the ice and snow, and it was so cold that my arms had become numb.

I gritted my teeth and moved step by step. A short, three-mile journey took me three hours.

I lived under the bridge, where many other homeless people were gathered.

A little girl who was about seven or eight years old fell down in front of me. She was about to apologize when she looked up and saw the raised knife scars that criss-crossed my face, and she burst into tears at once from fear.

"Where did you come from, you dirty beggar? Get away!"

The little girl's father picked her up and hurried off.

Before leaving, he kicked me on the back with the muddy sole of his shoe. I lost my balance and fell head-first down the steps.

Warm blood slid out of my nostrils and dripped onto the white snow.

The string on which I wore a lucky charm around my neck broke, and the charm fell to the ground. I crawled over quickly to pick it up, and I gripped it tightly in my hand. Once I found a new string, I would put it back around my neck.

It had been a gift to me from Ansel.

The first year we dated, I had gotten a high fever and pneumonia, and I was in a coma for several days.

Ansel had gone specially to buy me the gift to wish for my safety, in the hopes that I would wake up sooner.

The lucky charm was made of silver and was quite valuable, but I would not sell it even if I starved to death.

It was the only thing that remained as proof of my relationship with Ansel.

I got ready to return to my hole under the bridge for a quick rest. For some reason, I felt very tired. Why did my eyelids feel so heavy?

I had only taken a tumble. Why had I bled so much?

I wiped it away desperately, but for some reason, my forehead and nose kept bleeding.

Both my arms were weak and could no longer prop up my body. I could only lie on the ground as the blood stained it red.

My stomach began to twist painfully, as if someone had driven a knife into it.

My head hurt so much that it felt as if it were about to burst.

I was convulsing with pain.

"Julie! Julie, are you alright?"

Someone was calling my name, but I could not open my mouth or my eyes any longer.

I was probably about to die.

That was good. At least I had managed to see Ansel one last time. I felt reassured to know that he was doing well.

However, dying on the streets like this seemed very undignified.

I was covered with dirt and grime, but well, I was dying.

There wouldn't be much difference whether I were clean or dirty. No one knew me anyway.

It was a good thing Ansel hadn't seen me in such a wretched state.

As night fell, my corpse gradually turned cold, and the snow covered it.

I had clearly died. Why had I come back to life again?

When I saw my corpse on the ground, I realized that I hadn't come back to life. My soul had just left my body.

My soul was being attracted by some kind of force, and I arrived at the Lovean Sea.

This was the place where Ansel had bought a house six years ago with the first sum of money that he had received as a fund manager. It was the house that we'd lived in after getting married.

It had minimalistic decor, which was my favorite.

There were big gardens in both the front and the backyard, and they were filled with the pink roses that I'd loved.

However, we had only moved into the new house for six months when Ansel's rival set a trap for him. He lost so much money that he became bankrupt.

Ansel's mother, who was also my mother-in-law, was diagnosed with kidney disease.

All we did every single day was to hide from debtors. We lived like a family of rats who could never see sunlight.

I could not endure it and brought up the topic of divorce.

After that, Ansel sold the house and found a guarantor so that he could borrow the money to pay off the loan sharks.

He left New York with his mother.

Now that he had returned again six years later, he had become a finance giant on Wall Street.

The door was locked. Although my soul could go right through it, I wanted to try opening the digital lock.

I entered the date that we had started dating, and the door unlocked.

I was both happy and sad.

I was happy that Ansel still remembered the day we had begun our relationship, but I was sad that I was no longer the person by his side.

I had just sat down on the sofa when I heard the sound of brakes.

Before long, Ansel walked in, carrying a drunk Anne. He headed to the bedroom.

He had just pulled the blankets over her and was about to leave when Anne turned and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pleaded, "Ansel, don't leave. Could you stay and sleep with me tonight?"

There was a drunken lilt to her voice, and the bright red spaghetti-strap dress she was wearing made her look very seductive.

Ansel hesitated and nodded.

Anne drunkenly began to undo Ansel's shirt buttons and belt. Their clothes slid off onto the floor as they undressed.

My eyes were stinging, and my heart felt as if needles were being plunged mercilessly into it. I turned around hastily to leave.

I did not want to keep watching.

I comforted myself. They were about to get married and become a lawfully wedded couple.

They were doing what all married couples did.

Why should I be upset?

Besides, I was the one who had mentioned divorce first.

I wiped my tears dry and told myself to stop crying.

I had to wish Ansel the best.

I roamed around the other rooms in the villa. They were still furnished in the same way they had been back then.

Apart from the addition of Anne, it still felt like the house Ansel and I had lived in after marriage.

Why did I still feel as if I were the mistress of this house? That was far too greedy of me.

I sighed and got ready to leave.

Ansel came downstairs, carrying a large cardboard box.

I stood on my tiptoes and saw that it contained all the presents I had given him.

There was a razor, matching jackets, matching mugs, and all kinds of little trinkets.

What was he doing? Was he going to throw them all out?

Was he going to wipe away all traces of me from his life and his memories?

However, if he had decided to forget me, why had he bought that house back?

He took out a lighter from the box. It was covered with sparkly decals, and it was the first birthday present I had ever given him.

He lit a cigarette and stared at the lighter for a long time. I had no idea what he was thinking about.

After a long time, he took out his phone and opened WhatsApp.

I stood curiously behind the sofa and sneaked a peek at his screen.

His chat with me was right at the top.

The last time we had spoken was six years ago, on the 26th of July. It was the day we had broken up.

He opened the chat window: "I'm about to get married. This home still has your things. I've packed them up, so come and get them."

After he sent the message, there was no reply for a long time.

He began getting impatient, so he sent another message: "I'll give you two days. If you don't come and get them, I'll toss them out so that they don't take up space."

I looked at the trinkets in the box. They weren't valuable, but they were proof of all our years together.

We had known each other for over a decade.

Those things were evidence of how our love had lasted for over ten years.

He had once taken great care of those things. He kept them in a cupboard in his study, and no one was allowed to touch them.

Now he wanted to throw them out.

He wanted to forget me completely and wipe me out of his life.

I reached out to try to touch the matching rings that I had once given him, but I couldn't. My finger went through the box, and I could not touch anything.

Ansel stared at his phone screen until the sun rose, but there was no reply from me.

He began to look more and more grim. He picked up the box and stood up abruptly.

"Julie! You really are ruthless. You won't even reply to a message!"

I looked piteously at him. "Ansel, I'm already dead, and my phone broke three years ago. It's not that I'm not replying to you. I can't."

Ansel might have thought that I had blocked all methods of contact with him because I no longer wanted to pay any attention to a loser like him.

After all, I had said many nasty things to him when we'd broken up.

He looked furious as he carried the box to the trash can outside and threw it in without a second thought.

The porcelain cups shattered, and the pink blanket that I had knitted myself became stained with mud.

My heart twisted when I saw the proof of the love that Ansel and I had once had being abandoned like that.

I felt as if needles were being driven into my heart, and it hurt so much that my breathing became labored.

Tears slid unbidden down my face.

Wasn't I already dead? Why could I still feel pain?

The sound of Ansel closing the door woke Anne.

She was wearing a lacy nightdress, and she took Ansel's arm affectionately. "We're going to take wedding photos today! Let's hurry and set off."

The two of them left after getting dressed.

In the studio, Anne changed into a pink, gauzy gown that swept along the floor. Ansel wore a white suit.

The photographer guided them into posing in several intimate ways.

The last photo was of the two of them kissing.

I did not want to watch any longer. Watching more would just be torture to me.

Anne posted their photos on Facebook, and soon, there were over ten thousand comments.

"Anne is so pretty! A woman like her, who can start from scratch with Ansel, is what you call a good woman!"

"Anne is much better than Ansel's selfish ex-wife!"

"Callous people like Ansel's ex-wife are sure to die young!"

Ansel saw the last comment and was about to press the button to report it, but then he changed his mind and liked it instead.

He stared at the screen and muttered, "Julie, do you think you can just disappear? Let me see how long you'll keep hiding.

"If you can divorce me, why can't you come and see me?

"I want to ask you if you regret divorcing me now that you can see how much I've accomplished, and if you regret abandoning me during the darkest time of my life!"

I stood behind him, reading the comments that were cursing me and telling me to go and die.

There was a lump in my throat, and I wanted to cry.

I didn't regret divorcing Ansel, nor did I regret abandoning him.

If I could go back in time, I would do the same thing.

After leaving the wedding studio, Ansel went to the office. He was very busy for several days and did not go home.

The news of his marriage to Anne began to grow in popularity on the Internet.

More and more people were paying attention to the love life of Wall Street's top finance giant.

More and more people were also growing to like Anne, the woman who had stayed with Ansel during the lowest point in his life.

I was abused harshly as his ex-wife.

One day, he suddenly received a call from the police, asking him to go over. Anne had been stalked and harassed by someone.

When Ansel saw the person who had been harassing Anne, his temper flared at once.

I stood there in shock.

The person who had been stalking Anne was Jake Dursley.

He was the man who had pretended to be my boyfriend in front of Ansel back then.

Ansel punched him without a second thought.

"How dare you stalk and harass my fiancée? Do you have a death wish? How could Julie have seen anything in a jerk like you?

"Oh, I get it. Now that she sees that I've succeeded and I'm about to get married, she told you to come and bully my fiancée, didn't she?"

Jake was a whole head shorter than Ansel, and there was no way he could win in a fight against him.

He was beaten up so badly that his entire face was bruised.

I rushed over to pull them apart, but I could only watch as my hands went right through their bodies. I had no effect on them at all.

"Stop hitting him, Ansel! Stop! Jake, can't you run?"

I couldn't stop them, nor could they hear me.

In the end, it was the police who separated them.

Jake panted as he sat on the floor. "I wasn't stalking her or harassing her. I just wanted her to delete those comments under the photos that she posted on Facebook, and she refused to do so! I had no choice but to keep pestering her!

"Ansel, you're also to blame for Anne's indulgence of those people who are cursing and abusing Julie in the comments, aren't you?

"You're not worthy of being a man! You're so petty! You actually allowed them to curse Julie. No wonder she divorced you! You're not worthy of her!"