My Boyfriend Restored My Corpse

I dumped Orion Gray when he was at his poorest.

I even aborted the child we had together.

In the blink of an eye, I got together with a rich man.

After that, Orion went abroad in anger and sadness. Within two short years, he turned into the CEO of a publicly listed company.

When he came back to the country, he swore that he would exact his revenge on me.

However, my mother sent a disfigured corpse to his house and asked him to restore it to its original state.

He did not know that it was the corpse of the person he hated the most—me.

The day Orion Gray returned to the country, I died in bed at home.

I had become so dark and skinny that I was completely unrecognizable.

My mother held my shriveled hand as she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Summer Richards, my poor daughter, you always cared about your appearance. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that you look beautiful when we bury you.”

My eyes were welling up. I wanted to wipe the tears from my mother’s face, but I had turned into a spirit.

I also felt regretful.

I had wanted to see Orion one last time. So, I had tried my best to stay alive until he returned to the country.

However, I died in my sleep last night.

My mother wrapped me in a blanket just as she did when I was younger. Then, she placed me in a trolley.

Her eyes were swollen from all her sobbing. “Summer, I’m going to get you the best mortician to restore your beauty,” she murmured while she pushed me outside.

As we passed by the city hall, we saw a black Maybach parking right in front of it. The car had a really familiar-looking number plate.

I was stunned because I would never forget its owner.

The number plate belonged to the first car that Orion and I had bought.

At that time, we were still very poor. We could only buy a run-down van with the little money that we had.

Despite that, we were incredibly happy to have our own car.

As we were bidding for a number plate, we saw this meaningful combination. The letter “S” represented my name, Summer, and the numbers “1997” represented the year I was born.