My Wife’s Ex-boyfriend Has Severe Depression and Self-harms Whenever He Sees Me To keep her ex-boyfriend safe, she sent me and our six-month-old daughter away to my rural hometown. Five years after I was abused to death by multiple people, her ex-boyfriend was diagnosed with kidney failure. The doctor said blood relatives had a higher chance of being a match for kidney donation. Only then did she remember me – his older brother. She hurriedly called, ordering me to come back immediately. My five-year-old daughter timidly said, “Ma’am… my dad… he passed away a long time ago.” Fiona frowned, her tone full of impatience: “Whose child is this? Where’s Lucas? Put Lucas on the phone!” Zoey stammered, “You… you wait a moment.” She put down the phone and ran to find the village chief: “Grandpa Johnson, someone’s looking for Dad.” Mr. Johnson slowly walked to the phone, his back hunched with age. He picked up: “Is this Mrs. Thompson?” “Finally, you…” Hearing an elderly male voice, Fiona’s face immediately darkened. She pressed her temples, took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, her face betrayed barely contained rage. “Where’s Lucas? What, is he so afraid to talk to me?” “First you have a child answer, saying he’s dead, now you have an old man answer, planning to say he’s dead again?” “He just wants me to come get him in person, doesn’t he?” “Fine, for Ethan’s sake, I’ll come get him myself!” With that, she hung up without waiting for a response. The next day, Fiona drove to the rural hometown. She looked at the half-collapsed old house before her. The door was ajar, with no furniture inside. Wooden planks and bricks were scattered everywhere, cobwebs covering inside and out. The glass windows were broken. She frowned deeply. She glanced up at the young man who had led her here, her eyes full of impatience: “Where’s Lucas? Tell him to come out and see me.” “As long as he’s willing to donate his kidney to Ethan, I’ll take him back.” The young man looked troubled and spoke hesitantly: “Mrs. Thompson, this, I, you, maybe you should wait for Mr. Johnson to arrive?” She narrowed her eyes, seemingly forcing herself to stay calm. Just then, Mr. Johnson arrived, leaning on his cane. “Mrs. Thompson, hello.” Fiona glanced at him coldly and said, “Where’s Lucas?” Mr. Johnson put one hand behind his back, “Lucas, he can’t come out to see you…” Hearing this, Fiona laughed coldly: “What, are you going to say he’s dead?” “Tell him to stop throwing these little tantrums, I won’t indulge him!” “Tell him to come out and see me right now. I’ve come all this way to get him myself, what more does he want?” What do I want? I don’t want anything. I just wanted to live, to be there for my daughter as she grew up. But I couldn’t even do that. At this moment, my soul was standing nearby, staring at her in shock. Five years ago. Not long after my daughter and I were sent to my rural hometown, Ethan sent people to find me. He was jealous that I had married Fiona, and even more jealous that Fiona had given birth to my child. So he first sent thugs to wreck the old house, then had them harass me there daily. Then, he ordered people to abuse me to death. Finally, he threw my broken, mangled body into the mountains, leaving it for wild dogs to tear apart and devour. It was Mr. Johnson who noticed I had disappeared. He sent people to search everywhere, finally discovering my body in the mountains. He gave me a proper burial.
Mr. Johnson stroked his beard, his eyes filled with sadness. He sighed deeply: “Lucas has been dead for five years now.” Fiona’s lips curled into a mocking smile, her expression growing colder. “Mr. Johnson, do you think I’m a three-year-old?” “Someone like him, how could he bear to die?” Her hawk-like gaze swept over everyone present, then she barked orders at her bodyguards: “Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, find me a trace of him!” I floated in the air, watching as the bodyguards violently knocked on doors, then rudely pushed past the villagers who opened them, searching inside for any sign of me. The villagers were frightened and came out of their homes. The whole village gathered around, but Fiona still couldn’t see me. Her expression grew increasingly grim. She strode up to Mr. Johnson, agitated. She grabbed his collar and demanded: “Tell me, where have you hidden Lucas?” “If you tell me now, I can still be civil with you. Otherwise, don’t blame me for getting rough!” Mr. Johnson stuck to his story. Fiona finally lost her patience. She glanced at the nearest bodyguard, signaling with her eyes. The bodyguard stepped forward and with a light squeeze, broke Mr. Johnson’s hand. Mr. Johnson cried out in pain. A little girl rushed out from the crowd. The girl wore clean clothes and had two braids. Though fear flickered in her eyes, she ran to Mr. Johnson’s side and asked tearfully: “Grandpa Johnson, are you okay?” Fiona was stunned. She frowned, looking the little girl up and down, feeling she looked familiar. Zoey angrily ran up to Fiona and bit her leg hard. Fiona reflexively kicked her away. Zoey fell to the ground but struggled to get up again, glaring at her. “You bad person! Grandpa already said Dad is dead, why are you still bullying Grandpa?!” In an instant, Fiona’s expression changed dramatically. She stared at Zoey with a heavy gaze. Fearing she might hurt my daughter, I instinctively floated in front of her, trying to shield her from Fiona. But I was just a soul. Fiona walked straight through my spirit, coming face to face with Zoey. She grabbed Zoey and lifted her up, examining her closely. Zoey struggled, her feet kicking in the air. Fiona stared at her face, so similar to mine, and said through gritted teeth: “You’re that child from back then!” Suddenly, she gripped Zoey’s neck, her voice laced with fury: “Tell Lucas to come out right now, or I’ll strangle this child!” Watching my daughter struggle, I shouted: “Fiona, I’m here, I’m right here, let Zoey go!” But no one responded to my cries. Zoey’s face grew redder, her breathing more labored. I forgot I was dead in my panic, rushing at Fiona to bite the hand choking Zoey. But I passed right through her hand, biting only air. Seeing Zoey about to lose consciousness, Mr. Johnson fought through his pain and called out with difficulty: “Mrs. Thompson, Zoey is your…” Before he could finish, a bodyguard kicked him to the ground. He let out a pained groan. Fiona suddenly released Zoey, coldly scanning the surroundings and threatening: “Lucas, if you don’t appear in three days, I’ll kill that child!” Looking at the suffering Mr. Johnson on the ground, and my daughter’s bruised neck, my hatred for Fiona reached its peak. At the same time, I deeply regretted ever loving her. But souls can’t feel these emotions.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed. This time, Fiona brought Ethan with her. As arrogant as he had been coming to my hometown five years ago, he was now just as weak. Fiona gazed at Ethan with eyes full of tenderness, helping him out of the car and into a wheelchair. She carefully draped a thin blanket over him, her eyes brimming with concern. All of Fiona’s gentleness was reserved for Ethan. For me, she had only coldness or impatience. Mr. Johnson and I waited at the entrance early. Of course, no one could see me. Seeing no one behind Mr. Johnson, Fiona barely contained her anger and said: “Seeing Ethan so weak, is Lucas really so heartless he won’t help his own brother?!” “Mr. Johnson, if you just hand over Lucas, if he’s willing to cooperate and be tested as a kidney donor, I’ll have roads built for the village and help improve the villagers’ living conditions.” “I’ll also take Lucas back, let him continue living a life of luxury as part of the Thompson family.” “That child, I’ll treat her like my own daughter.” Fiona felt she had already made huge concessions. If they still didn’t cooperate, they couldn’t blame her for getting nasty. But Mr. Johnson still didn’t give her the answer she wanted. “Mrs. Thompson, when Lucas returned to his hometown five years ago, he was often harassed by thugs from nearby.” “I’m not sure exactly how he died.” “When I realized he was missing, I mobilized the whole village to search for him. We found his battered body in the mountains.” “I gave him a proper burial on the hill behind the village. If you don’t believe me, go see for yourself.” Fiona laughed bitterly, her eyes full of disbelief. “Do you think you’re talking to a three-year-old?” “If he really died, how has that child grown so big?” Mr. Johnson looked troubled and sighed heavily: “Lucas died so suddenly, we couldn’t just abandon the child, could we?” Hearing this, a flash of surprise and viciousness crossed Ethan’s eyes. Ethan knew better than anyone how I had died. That day, I had left Zoey with Mr. Johnson and was heading out to find work to support myself and my daughter. Just as I stepped out the door, Ethan arrived with three men. Before I could react, they covered my mouth and nose, dragging me into the house and holding me down. Ethan started beating and kicking me viciously. As if that wasn’t enough to vent his anger, he ground his foot into my five fingers. The pain made me cry out. “Lucas, you bastard!” “Why were you born first? Why did you get to marry Fiona?!” “Fiona was supposed to love me!” I struggled to look up at him, trying to speak. But he seemed determined to unleash all his fury on me, pressing my head down and slamming it against the wall repeatedly. I tried to protect myself, but the men he brought held my arms down tightly. In the end, I lay on the ground, barely breathing. Ethan leaned down to my ear and said: “Just thinking about you sleeping with Fiona, her having your child, it makes me hate you so much, my dear brother!” “Lucas, you dared to steal my woman. Even if you are my older brother, you must die!” “Brother, weren’t you the cool, aloof heartthrob before? I’ve got a gift for you, I’m sure you’ll love it.” As soon as he finished speaking, the three men started roughly tearing at my clothes, subjecting me to unspeakable abuse. I don’t know how many times it happened before I finally died. After I died, I watched helplessly as he ordered them to dump me in the mountains. Karma comes for everyone in the end. Now, five years after my death, Ethan’s retribution had arrived. The only relative who could save him had been killed by his own hand. So he knew that no matter what Fiona did, it was all in vain. I would never come out to see her.
Ethan weakly raised his hand, trying to grasp Fiona’s sleeve. Fiona, who had been full of rage moments ago, instantly became gentle and attentive again. She quickly bent down to hold Ethan’s raised hand, saying softly: “What’s wrong, Ethan? Are you feeling unwell again?” Ethan smiled weakly, shaking his head slightly: “Fiona, is my brother really so cruel?” “Watching his own daughter fall to her death before his eyes, his heart must be made of stone. I really underestimated him.” “I… I want to apologize to him. I was wrong… I shouldn’t have… pursued you…” “But I… really want to live. I want to grow old with you, Fiona.” Fiona gently kissed his forehead, comforting him: “Don’t worry, Ethan. I’ll definitely save you.” A flash of viciousness passed through her eyes. My heart suddenly clenched, and I immediately guessed her intentions. I shouted loudly: “No! Zoey is your daughter! Don’t hurt her!” But the voice of the dead cannot reach the living. Fiona’s bodyguards dragged Zoey out from the cellar and headed for the roof. The self-built houses in the village were about 23 feet high with two stories. Mr. Johnson stood up anxiously, his voice trembling: “Mrs. Thompson, what are you doing?!” “Let Zoey go, she’s your child!” Fiona’s face was cold, her eyes hiding a hint of hatred: “Hah, my child? Is that what Lucas told you?” “We never even slept together, how could I have his child?!” “This is the bastard he had with some woman behind my back.” “If it weren’t for Ethan begging me back then, I would have gotten rid of this child long ago. She wouldn’t have lived to see today!” Seeing the hatred for me in her eyes, my thoughts were suddenly pulled back to that night six years ago. It was Fiona’s birthday party. Ethan had drugged my drink, intending to send me to another woman’s bed to ruin my reputation and make Fiona divorce me. Fortunately, I noticed in time and ran away. But I had still been affected by the drug he slipped me. When I woke up the next day, I clearly saw it was Fiona lying next to me. Watching my daughter fearfully calling out “Grandpa”, I floated despairingly in front of Fiona, questioning her: “Fiona, if you never loved me, why did you marry me back then?!” “If you could never let go of Ethan, why didn’t you just go abroad to find him?!” “He didn’t leave the planet, you could have easily taken a plane to find him overseas!” Fiona suddenly looked up, our eyes meeting. If souls could feel emotions, I would probably have become a vengeful ghost long ago. Just as I thought she could see me, she said coldly: “Lucas, I’ll give you ten minutes. If you don’t come out, I’ll throw your daughter off the roof!!!” My pupils constricted in shock: “No!” “I’m here, I’m right here!” “Don’t hurt my daughter!” No one responded. I floated up, trying to save my child. But countless attempts to touch her passed right through. Mr. Johnson knelt at Fiona’s feet, begging her to spare Zoey. But Fiona ignored him, looking down at her watch to count the time. I cried out helplessly. In a corner no one was paying attention to, Ethan’s lips curled into a secret smile, his eyes full of satisfaction and vindication. I rushed over, trying to hit and kick him. But it had no effect. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…” Fiona began counting down mercilessly. I fell to my knees in despair, watching helplessly as Fiona ordered them to throw my daughter off the 23-foot high roof. I floated over to catch Zoey, but her body passed right through my hands. At the critical moment, Mr. Johnson scrambled over recklessly, trying to catch Zoey. But just as he reached out, a bodyguard kicked him to the ground. He coughed up blood, lying there barely breathing. I stared blankly as Mr. Johnson’s eyes slowly closed. There was a loud thud. Zoey hit the ground. I watched blood trickle from her mouth as she mumbled painfully: “Grandpa… Daddy…” In that moment, I cried out in anguish: “Zoey!! Mr. Johnson!!” Just then, a young villager ran over with a DNA test report, shouting: “Mrs. Thompson, Zoey really is your daughter, look…” At the same time, a bodyguard called out: “Madam, we found the sir’s…”
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