2

Harris remained eerily calm upon hearing news of my death.

He simply instructed his assistance, Oscar Lewis, to send me to the funeral home immediately.

When he saw me again, I was already a handful of ashes in a small box.

"Give my sister back to me!"

As soon as we stepped out of the funeral home, Troy, my big brother, who had always doted on me, threw a punch at Harris's face.

But he was quickly subdued by security guards and collapsed to the ground, utterly devastated.

"Your sister is here."

Harris patted the urn and then stepped on Troy.

"She was filthy and deserved to be ground into dust."

With that, he turned his hand over and knocked over the palm-sized box, scattering ashes all over the sky.

I knew Harris hated me.

But I didn't know it was to this extent.

As my ashes scattered, I couldn't help but cry.

I had truly loved him for two years, and this was the end I got.

Harris's expensive leather shoes moved off Troy, and he continued his coldly sneer.

"If you love her so much, why not let the entire Madison family be buried with her?"

So, even in my death, he hadn't given up on destroying the Madison family.

Troy slumped to the ground, snot and tears streaming down his face.

"You'll regret this, you'll regret this!"

"I'll never regret it."

Harris stepped on my ashes and left the funeral home.

Troy shed all his pride as the eldest son of the Madison family and cried uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry."

I silently repeated it a hundred times in my heart.

The tears wouldn't stop.

I felt my ashes drifting to various parts of the forest.

A tiny wisp landed in a wild dog's food bowl and ended up in the dog's stomach.

Others landed on the mountainside, in ditches, on trees...

The last wisp clung to his lapels and soles, returning with him to the place we had once shared.

3

Our marital home was a villa nestled halfway up a mountainside.

When we first got married, I thought he chose this place with its clear mountains and beautiful waters for my health because he knew I was unwell.

It wasn't until I gradually lost touch with the outside world that I realized this was also part of his plan.

After all, I was the most favored youngest daughter of the Madison family, and only by isolating me from the world could Harris's plan be more successful.

His revenge would be all the more meaningful.

I followed Harris inside the villa, entering through the door with him.

There were no servants in the villa, and I did all the housework myself.

He seemed stunned as he changed his shoes, then let out a sneer and quickly put them on.

"Helena, you really died a good death."

I curled my lips in disdain and angrily followed him, stepping on his shadow.

"Harris, you jerk!"

Even in death, he still hated me so much!

Harris opened the refrigerator and poured himself a drink.

As he put the bottle down, he noticed the sticky note on the front of the fridge.

[Honey, I made your favorite milk puffs today. Remember to eat them!]

The date was December 28th, the night before I died.

Harris's eyes darkened, and he crumpled the note, throwing it into the trash.

He didn't even glance at my puffs.

To please him, I had even made the puffs in the shape of hearts.

He used to love them the most, but now he didn't even care.

It seemed that loving the food I made was just another one of his ways to deceive me.

4

For some unknown reason, Harris had been sullen ever since he saw the sticky note.

He lay on the couch for a long, long time, staring at the butterfly chandelier above his head.

If he could see supernatural things, he should also be able to see me sitting on the butterfly's wings, watching him.

This was something we bought together before we got married, and I loved it.

Miraculously, he also fell in love with this butterfly chandelier.

At that time, I was overjoyed that I had finally reached a consensus with him, not knowing that his sweetheart was named Monarch, the name of a butterfly.

I had asked him about his first love when I was jealous after we got married.

He lay on the couch and his arm pillowing me.

He stared blankly at the ceiling and said, "My first love flew away as a butterfly."

My heart tightened, and my desire to sacrifice myself grew even more vital.

I kissed his eyes and counseled him over and over again.

"Can I be your butterfly?

"My parents all say I'm the most cheerful person in our family, I can definitely make you happy!"

He didn't say anything. He just hugged me and trembled.

He listened to my heartbeat against my chest.

His hands gripped me so tightly that even though it hurt, but I didn't ask him to let go.

Because I interpreted his suppressed resentment as being moved by me.

Falling in love had the power to cloud one's judgment.

I deserve to be treated like this by him later.

After watching for about an hour, Harris finally decided what to do next.

I didn't intend to follow him, but it seemed like I could only follow within three feet of him.

I'm at the bathroom door now, listening to the sound of running water inside.

A minute later, the sound of bottles and cans falling to the ground made me feel creepy.

I flew open the door and saw Harris with bloodshot eyes.

He looked at the crimson in the entire bathroom, and his face finally showed a distorted expression.