Seven recordings

My name was Emma Cruise. Ever since Hannah Gellar passed away, my husband, Barry Gellar, had been a shadow of his former self. Day and night, he wore headphones, drowning himself in the seven recordings Hannah left behind. He even needed those recordings to fall asleep. Worried about how this obsession might consume him, I decided to hide the recordings. But that only escalated the situation. In his desperation, my husband resorted to extreme measures, coercing me with every mean and ugly thing he could think of. “Those recordings are the only thing Hannah left me! Who do you think you are, taking them away, you worthless bitch?” It hurt, but the pain didn’t end there. Our son Felix Gellar, who I raised with such care, looked at me with icy disdain. “It’s clear you’re twisted in your ways. You don’t deserve to be my mother!” They were both mistaken, clueless about the truth. The woman they believed was dead was actually living abroad, creating a new life and a new family. In this new life, I vowed to deliver the recording to them myself—straight into the ears of both father and son. ***** The gaunt figure before me gripped my throat tightly, his bloodshot eyes boring into mine with a ferocity that sent chills down my spine. “Emma! Give me back my Hannah! “Who do you think you are? What makes you think you have any right to touch the things Hannah left for me? Have I been too good to you all these years, letting it go to your head?” The pressure around my neck made it hard to breathe, and I struggled helplessly as he let out a cruel laugh before throwing me to the ground. “I’m warning you for the last time—hand over those recordings!” Coughing violently, I clutched my throat, gasping for air until the cool rush filled my lungs and brought me back to life. The servants stood around us, their expressions blank, heads bowed, and mouths shut tight. Not one of them dared to step forward to help me. I forced myself to look up, and for a moment, I was taken aback by the familiar face of the man I once loved. I couldn’t believe it—I had been reborn. In the world of the elite, everyone knew the Gellar family patriarch, Barry, had a stepsister. They grew up together, inseparable, their bond unbreakable. But the weight of family expectations crushed Barry when he couldn’t reciprocate her feelings, blaming it on me for preventing their love from being acknowledged. The proud princess of the Gellar family couldn’t handle the rejection and soon fell ill, passing away too soon. All that remained were those seven recordings, supposedly meant to help Barry navigate his grief and find hope again. Each year, like clockwork, someone would play them for him, never missing a beat. Even after I married Barry, I could sense his lingering attachment to that “deceased” sister. He would listen to her voice, trapped in the past, unable to let go. I knew I could never compete with a ghost, and guilt over Hannah’s death weighed heavily on me. So, for years, I kept my head down, carefully tending to both father and son, even as they hurled insults and abuse my way. I never once considered leaving. But those recordings, delivered year after year, dragged Barry deeper into despair, tormenting him until he was a shell of his former self, sleepless and desperate for relief. In my past life, I couldn’t bear to watch him suffer anymore. I bought the remaining recordings, cutting off the source of his pain. What I didn’t expect was for Barry to go to such lengths to find me, resorting to all kinds of torture to force me to hand over the last of the tapes. I was on the brink of collapse, begging for mercy, but he turned a deaf ear and only intensified his cruelty. When I finally relented and handed over the recordings, he tossed me into the slums, watching coldly as a horde of homeless people tormented me to death. “This is what we owe to Hannah. We all deserve this, don’t we?” His icy gaze sent a shiver down my spine, but I reminded myself—I was back, and this time, things would be different. In my previous life, I only discovered after my death that Hannah was never truly gone. She had faked her death and moved abroad, starting a new life, getting married, and having children. It was only after my demise that she returned, pretending to have amnesia, ready to reclaim my child and rekindle her romance with Barry, all while inheriting a fortune. Now that I had a second chance, I was determined to deliver those recordings personally to their ears. Just thinking about that seventh recording made me smile, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of anticipation.

Seeing me crumpled on the floor, Felix approached with a frown, his gaze dripping with scorn. “Mom, if I hadn’t followed you these past few days, I wouldn’t have discovered just how malicious you really are! “Ms. Hannah Gellar is dead. Why can’t you just let her last recording rest? Do you have to be so petty, letting me down like this?” His words hit me squarely. In the past, I might have argued back, but this time around, I had learned to let go. They were just two ungrateful wretches; no matter how well I treated them, they would always fawn over Hannah. With red-rimmed eyes, Felix went to his father, tugging at Barry’s sleeve with a pitiful expression. “Dad, I miss Ms. Hannah Gellar.” Barry closed his eyes for a moment, his trembling hand reaching to pat Felix’s head. “Emma, I’m giving you one last chance…” Before he could finish, I let out a scoff. “Fine, I’ll give it back to you.” Clearly taken aback by my unexpected compliance, Barry stared at me, his expression a mix of confusion and suspicion. “Emma, don’t pull any tricks. Otherwise, you’ll regret it.” I rolled my eyes, completely unfazed by his threat. After all, in my previous life, he had tortured me without a second thought. To him, I was merely an inconvenience, and this time, I wanted nothing more than to distance myself from him. The bond we once shared had vanished the moment he had someone humiliate me. All that was left was a simmering hatred. To ease his worries, I pulled out the recording pen and pressed play. In an instant, a soft, tearful voice filled the air. “Barry, it’s been six years since I left you. Have you been eating well every day? I… I miss you so much… “Barry, even though I’m gone, you have to… live well. Ahem… I will always love you and Felix…” Her voice was weak, punctuated by heart-wrenching coughs, making her sound utterly pitiful. Each word was a dagger aimed at Barry, who stood frozen, tears streaming down his face. Anyone would think Hannah was still his wife. Felix wiped his eyes and, almost unconsciously, called out, “Sister…” Watching the two of them, so alike in their infatuation, I couldn’t help but smirk. Once the recording ended, it was as if Barry had been drained of all energy. He staggered slightly. It made sense; this was the sixth recording, and only one remained. I had long wondered why Hannah insisted on leaving behind those seven recordings. If she truly wanted Barry to live well, she wouldn’t torment him with them every year. Back then, I naively believed Hannah wanted to help him out of his sorrow. But now, it was clear—she wanted to be the unforgettable woman in Barry’s heart. No one knew Hannah better than I did. After failing to win against me, she resorted to these underhanded tactics to reclaim her place, regardless of how many people would get hurt along the way. As long as she achieved her goal, it would all be worth it to her. I smiled sweetly as I pulled out another recording pen. “Barry, would you like to hear the last recording she left for you?”

Barry couldn’t possibly resist the urge to listen, but I wasn’t about to make it easy for him. “What’s your price? Whatever you want, I’ll agree to it! Emma, please, that recording means everything to me. Just give it to me!” I gave the recording pen a little shake, letting it tap against the cup with a sharp, clear sound. If I loosened my grip even slightly, it would plunge into the water. Barry hesitated, rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on the pen in my hand. He had always been cold and dignified, but now, a mere recording had forced him to lower his guard. I couldn’t help but find it amusing, glancing at Felix, who was puffed up with indignation. After carrying him for nine months and raising him for thirteen years, it seemed my efforts paled in comparison to the carefree time Hannah had spent with him. If that was the case, I had no intention of bending over backward to please them any longer. I said, “Alright, but I want a divorce.” Barry’s expression shifted from shock to disbelief as he looked at me. “Emma, are you out of your mind? Do you even hear what you’re saying? Don’t use this to threaten me; it’s ridiculous!” Felix shook his head, adding, “Mom, you’re not a child anymore. You should know better.” I ignored their protests. I had been the responsible one for far too long, and it hadn’t saved me from their cruelty in my past life. As I tilted my wrist down, letting the recording pen near the water’s surface, Barry finally realized I was serious. After a brief moment of hesitation, he relented. “I’ll agree to it!” His words were a relief. “Great. So, we’ll split the assets evenly after the divorce. You won’t mind that, right?” Since Hannah’s death, Barry had been in a downward spiral, losing interest in the business. If it weren’t for me, the Gellar family wouldn’t have achieved what it had over the years. It was only fair that I took my share. To my surprise, Barry quickly agreed. To ensure he wouldn’t backtrack, I had a divorce agreement drafted and signed on the spot. Felix chimed in coldly from the side, “Mom, even if you divorce Dad, I’m sticking with him. Following a woman like you, who craves vanity, is just disgusting!” My hand paused mid-signature as I looked at him, momentarily confused. Felix thought he had figured me out, but before he could gloat, I feigned a sudden realization. I shrugged. “Oh, I almost forgot about you. “But honestly, I never planned on keeping you.” Felix, still just a kid, couldn’t hide his feelings, and his eyes turned red with anger. With the divorce agreement in hand, I tossed the recording pen to Barry. He caught it gingerly, as if it were a rare treasure. Watching him and Felix huddle together, I saw Barry’s trembling hands as he opened the pen, and Hannah’s sweet voice emerged. “Barry, if you still think of me seven years from now, come visit this place.” The recording continued, revealing the address of a luxurious estate abroad.

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