After my ex-boyfriend was recognized by a wealthy family and established himself in high society, his first act was to come back and seek revenge on me. All because I broke up with him the year he was diagnosed with leukemia. What he doesn’t know is that the anonymous donor who gave him bone marrow was me. And while he’s frantically searching for information about me to exact his revenge, I’ve been dead for three years. Zachary Thompson sat with one leg crossed over the other, one hand propping up his head, the other tapping lightly on the table. “Mrs. White, how have you been lately?” he asked, his voice polite but his expression cold. My heart raced. Zachary was going to cause trouble for my mom. “I’m doing fine, Zachary. How about you… how are you doing?” My mom sat across from him, looking nervously at the men in black suits standing behind him. “Oh, I’m doing great. Ever since your gold-digger daughter left me, everything’s been smooth sailing. Look, I brought you a little something,” Zachary said, his face dark. He then smirked and gestured for one of his men to bring out a stack of cash. “Zachary, what’s the meaning of this?” My mom looked at him, bewildered. “Isn’t this why Lily broke up with me back then? Because I had no money?” Zachary laughed cruelly. “If she comes out now and gets on her knees to apologize, all this can be yours.” He grabbed the stacks of money and started throwing them at my mom’s head. I watched as my mom trembled with anger, pointing at Zachary’s nose, unable to speak. “What’s wrong, Mrs. White? Surprised? I’m still alive, and now I’m the heir to the Thompson fortune.” I was furious at the scene before me. I rushed forward to slap Zachary, but my hand passed right through his body. Zachary remained seated, showing no reaction, as if he couldn’t sense my presence at all. I stared at my hand in disbelief, suddenly remembering that I had been dead for three years. “Lily… she can’t see you right now. You should leave,” my mom said, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes. I floated nearby, helpless, wanting to tell my mom not to cry, but unable to do so. “Can’t see me? Is she doing something she’s ashamed of?” Zachary sneered. “Let me guess. Is she someone’s mistress? Or maybe she’s working at a nightclub, entertaining rich men?” Zachary lit a cigarette, his laughter growing louder, each chuckle like a thorn piercing my heart. “Enough! Lily isn’t like that!” My mom cried out, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to stop Zachary from continuing. “Isn’t like what? Am I wrong? Didn’t she leave me because I was poor and sick?” Zachary’s smile vanished. He swept the teacup off the table with his hand, sending glass shards and hot tea flying onto my mom. My mom’s arm was cut, blood seeping from the wounds. She sat frozen in her seat, ignoring the blood on her arm. Her mouth opened and closed, as if wanting to say something but swallowing it back. My spirit felt as if it had been scalded by the tea, anxiously floating around. Damn it! Why am I just a spirit? Why can’t I wipe away my mom’s tears? Why can’t I slap Zachary’s mouth for her? “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mrs. White. I accidentally knocked over the tea you just poured,” Zachary said, putting out his cigarette. He took a handkerchief from his assistant and leisurely wiped his hands. “Consider this money as compensation for my clumsiness.” “Oh, and remember to tell Lily, if she refuses to see me, I can’t guarantee I won’t do something… unpleasant.” Zachary flashed another wicked smile, glanced at my trembling mom, and left with his entourage of men in black. My mom shakily stood up and walked to my room. The room was still arranged the same as it had been three years ago. She picked up a photo from the bedside table, her fingers gently caressing it as if trying to touch the person in the picture through the glass. “Lily… Mom knows that Zachary has been holding a grudge all these years, but hearing him talk about you like that…” “It breaks Mom’s heart…” My tears fell uncontrollably, my chest feeling as if it were being squeezed by a giant hand, making it hard to breathe. I had been gone for three years, and every time someone mentioned my name, my mom would tear up and fall silent. Time hadn’t dulled her grief. She still watered the gardenia in front of the house every day and regularly cleaned my room.
The next day, when my mom went to work, her company told her she had been fired. She sat dazed on the sidewalk outside the company, mumbling, “What about Kevin’s medical bills now…” I floated in the air, looking at the strands of white mixed in with her black hair, feeling a lump in my throat. This job had been my mom’s only source of income. After I passed away, my brother also fell ill, and she could only find work as a cleaner to make ends meet. I guessed that my mom’s job loss was Zachary’s doing, and my guilt towards her deepened. I had thought that leaving him like that would make him give up and move on, but I didn’t realize his obsession would run so deep. Deep enough that three years later, he would lose his rationality and extend his anger to my family. My spirit followed Zachary, wanting to slap him hard to avenge my mom. I watched as Zachary entered a mansion. Inside, a woman took his coat and kissed his cheek affectionately. As I recognized the familiar figure of the woman, my mind went blank. It was Rachel Young. Rachel and I were high school classmates. She was beautiful and came from a wealthy family. Many boys pursued her, including Zachary. Rachel was used to being chased by numerous boys and knew they would give up before long. But she hadn’t expected that boy named Zachary Thompson to persist from freshman to senior year. So that year, she approached me. With a dazzling smile, she handed me a card. “Go find a way to get together with Zachary Thompson. I don’t care how you do it, just keep him from bothering me.” At that time, I was sick but didn’t dare tell the school, fearing they would make me take a leave of absence. Looking through her beautiful eyes at sickly, unattractive me, I had no choice. I needed money for medical treatment. I took the card, which contained more zeros than I could count at first glance. So I went to intercept this trouble for Rachel, mustering up the courage to confess to Zachary. Surprisingly, it went smoothly. That’s how Zachary and I got together. “Zachary, what’s wrong? Did something happen today?” My reminiscence was interrupted as Rachel gently massaged Zachary’s shoulders, asking about his day in an intimate tone. “I met someone who put me in a bad mood,” Zachary said, pinching the bridge of his nose, his voice heavy. “I’ll ask the housekeeper to make some sweet soup. You’ll feel better after eating it,” Rachel said, leaning on Zachary’s shoulder, her voice as gentle as water. Zachary tilted his head to kiss her lips. “It’s good to have you.” As I watched the man I had loved for years, my heart filled with an indescribable sourness. He already had a beautiful companion by his side, yet he still couldn’t let go of the past, insisting on reopening my mother’s wounds.
I hadn’t expected that Rachel would, because of Zachary’s words, follow the trail and learn about Zachary’s visit to my mom. The next day, she also went to my house. When Rachel arrived, my mom was doing some handicraft work. Rachel smiled at my mom, “Hello, Mrs. White. You remember Zachary Thompson, right? I’m Zachary’s wife.” “Hello, please have a seat,” my mom said after a moment’s hesitation, not showing any hostility despite what had happened with Zachary. “Mrs. White, my name is Rachel Young. I was also Lily’s classmate,” Rachel said. “I haven’t seen Lily in a long time. Could I possibly see her today?” My mom’s hands froze. She shook her head. “Rachel, I’m afraid Lily isn’t available to see you anymore.” Rachel covered her mouth lightly, speaking as if unintentionally, “How could she not be available?” “Don’t tell me Lily is really doing some disreputable work?” My mom’s hands stopped moving, her expression changing. “Rachel, you were Lily’s classmate. You should know what kind of person she was.” Rachel stood up with a light laugh, looking down at my mom. “Mrs. White, your precious daughter took a sum of money from me five years ago. Later, I asked her to leave Zachary.” “But now, your daughter has somehow managed to make Zachary keep looking for her.” “Tell me, who should I hold responsible for this?” My heart skipped a beat as I remembered something. In the fifth year of my relationship with Zachary, Rachel somehow learned that Zachary was from a wealthy family. She cornered me on my way home. “You’ve done well, but now I’m interested in Zachary again. You can get lost,” she said, still smiling beautifully, her voice gentle, but her actions contrasted sharply with her tone. She held a knife to my face, forcing me to look at her. I swallowed hard. “No, I have feelings for him now. I’ll try to pay back the money you gave me back then.” She laughed softly, signaling the group of men behind her to come and strip my clothes. As I struggled and resisted, she said: “It doesn’t matter if you’re unwilling. I’ll go tell him that you only got together with him for my money.” “Guess whether he’d want to stay with a gold-digger like you who’s about to die?” I immediately deflated, returning home in a daze. When I got back, I broke up with Zachary. He thought I was just in a bad mood and tried to comfort me as usual. I turned away, trying hard not to let him see my tears about to fall, and said harshly: “I’m done playing now. You can get lost.” “Someone else is pursuing me now, saying he can give me a good life.” Zachary was silent for a long time, seemingly trying to discern the truth in my words. “Lily, I can give you a good life too…” he said finally. Fighting the pain in my heart, I mocked him: “No matter how capable you are, you can’t compare to those rich kids, even if you work hard for ten or twenty years.” “Zachary, I’ve had enough of being poor with you these past few years. Stop disgusting me.” The light in Zachary’s eyes went out, filled with tears. He moved out that day, leaving the basement we had called home. Later, my illness worsened, and I could only hear about him from others. I heard that Zachary had returned to his family and become the young master of the Thompson family. I was genuinely happy for him. Then I heard that Zachary had developed leukemia. I cried on my hospital bed when I heard the news. That day, I searched online for a long time and found out that Zachary’s illness could be cured with a bone marrow transplant. “He’s just about to start living a good life, how can he die like this?” I thought. So I donated my bone marrow to him. I hoped he could live well on my behalf.
With a loud crash that I couldn’t stop in time, Rachel knocked over the basket in front of my mom. “What are you doing!” My mom grabbed Rachel’s hand. “Rachel, why are you here?” A male voice came from behind her. Rachel’s expression changed, and she rushed into Zachary’s arms. “Zachary, I just missed Lily a bit. But when I mentioned her, Mrs. White tried to hit me,” Rachel said, raising her wrist with a red mark, her eyes brimming with tears. Zachary looked at the mark, then raised his eyes to stare at my mom, his gaze cold and terrifying. “Mrs. White, it seems you didn’t take my words to heart last time,” Zachary said coldly to the men in black behind him, “Since Lily still won’t come out, smash everything in Lily’s room.” My mom shouted at Zachary, “No! You can’t smash anything!” But Zachary’s men moved quickly, rushing into my room. The first thing they smashed was the photo frame on the bedside table. The glass frame made a crisp sound as it shattered on the floor. My mom ran over, disregarding the glass shards, picked up the photo inside, and held it to her chest. “Take her away!” Zachary ordered. I watched helplessly as two burly men dragged my mom away. She clutched my photo, sobbing, her hands bloodied and mixed with glass shards, staining the person in the photo red. “Lily… my Lily, I’ve dirtied Lily’s photo.” The dull pain in my chest turned into a sharp knife twisting inside, making it hard to breathe. I never liked taking photos before, and even less so after I got sick and looked sickly. The only photo was placed by my mom on the bedside table, wiped clean over and over again. “Is this Lily? Let me see,” Rachel said, seeing my mom crying heartbrokenly while hugging the photo, she snatched it from her arms. “Give me back Lily’s photo!” My usually gentle mom lunged at Rachel, trying to grab the photo back, but was pushed to the ground by a large hand. My mom fell onto the glass-covered floor, her arms becoming a bloody mess. But she paid no attention to this, crying loudly, trying to pick up the photo that Rachel was now stepping on. “The crying is so annoying. Even after all this, Lily still won’t show up?” Zachary said, his face full of hatred and disgust as he grabbed the photo my mom had just picked up, tearing it into pieces in a matter of seconds. My mom’s cries stopped. She watched the photo pieces flutter down, trying to grab them but failing. “Lily’s photo is gone, the only photo of Lily is gone…” I crouched powerlessly beside my mom, not knowing whether to regret falling in love with someone like Zachary, Or to hate myself for not leaving more photos for my mom when I was alive. Zachary frowned, kicking the pieces on the ground further away, saying: “It’s just a photo, what’s the big deal? Is Lily dead and can’t take any more photos? Why are you crying like it’s a funeral?” My mom looked up with bloodshot eyes, screaming hysterically at Zachary: “This was the only photo of Lily!” Zachary lit a cigarette, snorting lightly, “I forgot, you’re Lily’s mother. Her gold-digging must be inherited from you.” “Tell me, how much money do you want for a photo?” He blew a smoke ring in my mom’s face, making her cough. “Tell Lily to come out now and kneel before me. I’ll compensate double for whatever damage was done to your house.” Zachary said, then seemed to think of something else. He took a drag of his cigarette and smirked. “Money is the least of my concerns now. If Lily performs well, I might even consider keeping her as my mistress.” I stood by, my fingers digging into my palms in anger. I never imagined Zachary would become so obsessed. Three years ago, I used his lack of money as an excuse. Three years later, he wants to buy my dignity with money in front of my mom. But I’m already dead, Zachary. “Zachary! How can you do this to Lily?!” My mom’s voice was hoarse from crying, her face filled with grief and anger. “How am I wronging her?! She wronged me three years ago when she left me at my most desperate moment!” “If it wasn’t for a kind-hearted person donating bone marrow to me, I would have died!” “She went off to enjoy life with rich men, all of this is a debt Lily owes me!” Zachary’s expression was almost distorted as he spat out his hatred for me through gritted teeth. “Lily is gone, she’s gone…” my mom said, her voice barely a whisper.
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