Six months after I died from complications during childbirth, my husband Daniel Kelly came looking for me, demanding that I abort my child and donate bone marrow to his lover, Violet Marshall. This was only because I was the sole person who could successfully match Violet’s blood type. My mother, Elsie Morrison, told him, “Harper is already dead.” Harper Morrison—that’s my name. Daniel said with disgust, “I’ve ignored her for six months, and her temper has only gotten worse. She’s even resorting to playing dead now. “Tell Harper this for me. “Even if she gives birth to that bastard child, I won’t spare her another glance. “If she doesn’t come out to donate bone marrow within three days, I’ll cut off your medical expenses, you old hag.” But Daniel didn’t know that after my death, Elsie had already given up her cancer chemotherapy. She had held on this long only to witness Daniel’s ultimate regret. ***** In the cold, dim underground garage, Elsie was slapped to the ground by Daniel. He looked down at her coldly as she writhed in pain on the floor: “I said, make Harper get out here! “Otherwise, I’ll kill you.” Elsie had been tormented by cancer for many days, and her body was already extremely frail. She trembled all over, her eyes filled with despair. Daniel had forgotten about me for six months, and now he remembered me only because Violet was gravely ill and dying. Elsie told him over and over again: “Harper is already dead.” Not only did Daniel refuse to believe her, but he also dragged Elsie into the garage and beat her with his fists and feet. He roared, “Bad people live long lives—how could that woman possibly be dead? “After not seeing her for six months, she’s gotten smarter. She’s even acting out this death scene so convincingly. “Violet is so sick she can’t get out of bed. I don’t have time to play games with that bitch. Make her come out right now!” Then Daniel kicked Elsie hard in the stomach. She curled up her body, letting out agonized moans. I frantically rushed forward to shield Elsie, begging Daniel to stop. But Daniel only cursed under his breath: “Harper, aren’t you supposed to care about your mother the most? She’s in this state, so why aren’t you coming out?” My heart felt like it was being sliced by knives, and I could only weep helplessly. Because I was already dead—I had died in the hospital six months ago. Daniel was a student my father Brody Morrison had sponsored. When we were together, everyone said we were perfectly matched. Brody had also confidently entrusted the company to Daniel’s management. But we never expected that in just a few short years, all of the Morrison family’s assets would become his, and Brody would be driven to suicide by jumping off a building. And I, his pregnant wife, died from childbirth complications on a night when he had rushed off to see Violet. Now, he was actually grabbing Elsie by the hair and pressing her head forcefully into the water. Daniel said coldly, “I don’t want to be this ruthless either. If you want to blame someone, blame Harper. “Violet became like this because of her—she should take responsibility.” Elsie was still struggling: “Harper really is dead. She died from complications during childbirth.” Daniel sneered, “If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would have forgotten. That bitch was also carrying a little bastard. “What? Does she think she can blackmail me with the child? “Whether it’s Harper or that bastard, I won’t spare either of them a second glance.” Then he ordered his bodyguards to throw Elsie out the door. Daniel coldly warned, “Within three days, make Harper come out and donate bone marrow. “Otherwise, I’ll cut off your medical expenses. “If Harper is really this heartless, I’ll make her watch you suffer and die in agony.”
Daniel returned to the hospital. Violet lay in the hospital bed, her face pale as paper. Daniel’s heart ached as he rushed forward to embrace her. “Violet, are you okay? Don’t worry, I’ll find Harper soon and make her donate bone marrow for you.” A flicker of amusement crossed Violet’s eyes, though her face showed guilt. “But Harper is pregnant. How can I ask her to undergo surgery for me?” “The child she’s carrying is nothing but a bastard anyway. I’ll just make her get rid of it.” Daniel’s handsome face was filled with cold cruelty. Violet hesitated, then said gently, “Once I recover, I’ll definitely repay Harper properly.” “Why would you want to repay such a vicious and stupid woman?” At the mention of me, Daniel’s teeth clenched with hatred. “If it weren’t for her using her family background to bully people, you and I would have been together long ago. During my most difficult times, you were the one who gave me money so I could continue my studies. You’re the only one in my heart. People like Harper who use their family’s wealth and power to bully others—I’m going to make sure she gets a taste of being bullied herself.” I nearly laughed out loud. Daniel claimed I used my family background to force him, but he was clearly the one who pursued me, saying passionately, “Harper, I really like you.” He said Violet helped him through his most difficult times, but the anonymous donation he received when his parents died came from me. Violet was nothing but an impostor who stole my place. At that moment, Violet lowered her head shyly, hiding the guilt in her eyes. Just then, a doctor burst into the room. Seeing Violet and Daniel embracing, he was furious. “Daniel, are you even human? Harper’s mother is dying, and you still have time to be intimate with another woman here.” It was Frankie Davidson, my best friend. On the day I married Daniel, he asked me with red eyes, “Are you sure you won’t regret this?” After seeing me nod, Frankie turned and left, going abroad for several years of advanced studies. I never expected that after my death, he would return to America and care for Elsie until now. After recognizing his face, Daniel sneered, “So it’s Harper’s lapdog questioning me. The Morrison family has already fallen—why are you still protecting that stupid and shallow waste? If Harper’s mother is dying, go find Harper. As long as Harper comes out, gets rid of the child, and donates her bone marrow, I’ll save that old woman immediately.” Frankie was stunned. “But Harper is already dead.” As a doctor, he was the one who handled my body. Daniel’s expression suddenly turned serious. He stood up, walked over to Frankie, and punched him in the eye. “Are you also here to act for Harper? I’ve heard enough of these pathetic lies. Violet can barely hold on anymore. If Harper keeps hiding, I can’t guarantee what I might do.” Frankie covered his injured eye, his voice becoming hoarse. “Daniel, you’ve been married to Harper for three whole years. Is this really how you’re going to treat her? Look at the watch on your wrist—Harper gave you that. Don’t you care about your relationship at all?” Daniel’s whole body stiffened as he looked at his wrist. It was a roughly made watch that didn’t match his expensive clothes at all. It was a gift I gave him when I was eighteen. I had personally put the watch on his wrist and told him, “I bought this with money I earned from part-time jobs. You must take good care of it.” Daniel smiled and patted my head, promising solemnly, “Don’t worry, I’ll always wear it.” Back then, he was young and full of life, genuinely caring toward me. Later, after Brody’s suicide, he took control of the entire Morrison family. From then on, his personality changed drastically, and he burned all the gifts I had given him. But this watch alone—perhaps because he had grown accustomed to it—he had kept until now. Now, hearing Frankie’s words, Daniel felt a moment of discomfort. But this discomfort was quickly shattered by Violet’s crying. Violet sobbed, “Daniel, you still like Harper, don’t you? I knew it—she’s your wife. If that’s the case, then don’t worry about me. Just let me die.” Daniel panicked immediately. “How could that be? Harper is vicious and ignorant—how could I like such a bitch? I haven’t divorced her only because I need to find bone marrow for you. Once you’re better, I’ll marry you right away. As for this watch, how could such a piece of junk deserve to be worn on my wrist?” With that, he unfastened the watch and casually threw it into the trash can. Years of our relationship were so easily discarded by him. On the night I had complications during childbirth, Frankie stumbled desperately to call Daniel. But Daniel left Morrison Manor without hesitation because Violet had called saying she was afraid of the dark. An indescribable pain filled my heart. I suddenly felt a twisted anticipation. I was eager to see Daniel’s reaction when he learned of my death. Would he sneer, or would he cry?
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Violet’s condition grew worse, and Daniel became increasingly anxious. All because I hadn’t shown up. That day, Violet cried as she said to Daniel, “Daniel, I’m pregnant too. Will I lose this baby?” After Daniel exhausted every way to comfort Violet, he sat alone in his study all night. The next day, Daniel stormed furiously into Elsie’s hospital room. But he didn’t expect someone to have beaten him there. Violet was crying, “Elsie, you watched me grow up. How can you just stand by and watch me die? For the sake of my pregnancy, please save me.” Elsie said emotionally, “You liar! You’re not sick at all, and you’re not pregnant either.” Seeing this scene, I suddenly remembered what happened six months before Christmas. Daniel and I had spent many Christmases together, and he had long grown accustomed to having me by his side. Our relationship wasn’t terrible from the beginning. But Daniel had caught Violet pleading with me countless times: “I really like Daniel. Please, I’m begging you to let us be together.” Later, I became the vicious homewrecker, while Violet became the victim. Back then, Daniel didn’t hesitate to slap me and call me vicious, despicable, and shameless. Now, Daniel rushed in without thinking and shoved Elsie aside. He roared, “You old hag, what are you doing? You’re just like your despicable daughter—both of you are rotten. Looks like cutting off your medical expenses wasn’t enough.” Elsie fell hard against the corner of the table, her forehead split open, blood streaming down. My heart ached as I cried and tried to help her up. But there’s a difference between the living and the dead—no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t touch her. Elsie still glared at Daniel with hatred, saying, “The way you’re treating me and my daughter, we’ll never let you go even if we become ghosts.” “Is that so?” Daniel smiled coldly and waved his hand. His bodyguards immediately brought in someone bound tightly with rope. The bound person was Frankie. The bodyguards threw Frankie to the floor. Daniel stepped forward and placed his foot on Frankie’s head. Listening to Frankie’s agonized cries, Daniel said calmly, “This is the Morrison family’s pet dog, right? Today, you’ve made me unhappy. How about I deal with him first?” Elsie’s expression changed instantly. After all, Frankie was like her own son. “He’s a doctor, right?” Daniel looked at Frankie’s hands. The next second, Daniel grabbed a dagger and plunged it viciously into Frankie’s wrist. Frankie screamed in agony. Daniel said coldly, “Remember, everything you’re suffering today is because you helped Harper bully Violet. If Harper were willing to show up, you wouldn’t have to endure this.” With that, he let out a triumphant laugh. Elsie trembled as she lunged forward, shouting, “No!” Her eyes red, she gritted her teeth. Elsie was a conservative lady who had lived a privileged life, never suffering hardship or humiliation. Since Daniel came to the Morrison mansion, she had taken very good care of him. But because of Daniel, her family members were dead, and her life had become chaotic. Now, she actually lowered her proud head, trembling as she begged Daniel, “Daniel, please spare us, spare Harper.”
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