Seven years after my death, my wife Sophia, who had been in a coma all this time, finally woke up. But when she regained consciousness, her memories were in chaos. She mistook me for the person who had ruined her family – her first love. And so, she embarked on a vengeful rampage against my entire family, determined to see me begging for forgiveness on my knees. To force me out of hiding, she threw my mother to her death, crippled my father, and even buried our daughter alive. Just as she mobilized all her resources, dead set on capturing me, the mastermind behind it all… She suddenly regained all her memories. Seven years ago, I had already died in a car crash while trying to protect her. On the rooftop of a high-rise condo, a group of bodyguards surrounded a woman in her fifties. Cornered at the edge, the woman’s legs shook uncontrollably. “Rachel, please, I’m afraid of heights. Let me go, I’m begging you…” This woman was my mother. Her cloudy eyes were filled with tears as she looked pleadingly at Rachel. Rachel stared coldly at my mom. Seated nearby, she seemed to relish seeing my mother beg like a dog. “When William comes out to kneel and apologize to me, that’s when I’ll let you go. If he doesn’t show up, you’ll face the consequences!” Tears welled up in my mom’s eyes as she bit her lip. “Don’t you remember? My son died seven years ago trying to protect you!” Rachel’s expression froze for a moment before she let out a cold laugh. “You people are truly shameless, taking credit for others’ deeds. Your son ruined my family, how dare you claim he saved me?” As Rachel spoke, she grew more agitated. She stood up and shoved my mother, who instantly fell from the 28th floor. “People like you all deserve to die!” I rushed over like a madman, trying to grab my mother’s hand, but my hand passed right through her body. My mom screamed as she plummeted, hitting the ground with a sickening thud in a pool of blood. My soul felt drained, my mind went blank. I collapsed, glaring furiously at Rachel. Rachel showed not a hint of remorse, just staring coldly at the scene. “If you want to blame someone, blame that heartless son of yours! You go die first to atone for his sins!” Then Rachel turned to her subordinates: “Spread the news of this old woman’s death. I refuse to believe that cold-blooded beast William won’t show himself!” I opened my mouth numbly. “Why are you doing this to me? I’m not the one who ruined your family.” But Rachel couldn’t hear anything I said. Of course not. I’ve been dead for seven years. “Martha! Wake up! Don’t die!” Heart-wrenching cries came from below. My father’s voice was hoarse as he cradled my mother’s body, nearly fainting from grief. Rachel suddenly appeared, looking down at my dad with a cold smirk. “This is the fate of the Thompson family. As long as William doesn’t show up, don’t expect to have a single peaceful day.” Hearing her voice, my dad slowly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes staring at Rachel in disbelief. “It was you… Our family treated you so well. Even when you were in a coma, your mother-in-law never stopped taking care of you. Do you have any conscience left?” Suddenly Rachel burst out laughing, as if she’d heard some hilarious joke. “The Thompson family wants to talk to me about conscience now? You’re just trying to atone for your guilt. Cut the act – it makes me sick just looking at you!” I stood to the side, my soul shaken. My breathing grew rapid as I clenched my fists. It felt like a huge stone was lodged in my chest. My dad had no idea what Rachel was talking about. All he knew was that Rachel had killed my mom with her own hands. He lunged at Rachel like a madman, his face showing a willingness to die. “You vicious woman! If I’d known you were such an ungrateful snake, I never would have let my son save you. I’ll kill you to join my wife in death!” Rachel remained calm, coldly watching my father. She didn’t move an inch, but five or six bodyguards stepped out from behind her. They all wielded batons, bringing them down hard on my father’s head. My dad’s face was instantly a bloody mess as he collapsed. I shouted in anguish, feeling pain course through every nerve. “Foolish man. You’re the ones who should join her in death! I’ll make that beast William regret ever crossing me!” With a wave of Rachel’s hand, the bodyguards’ batons rained down on my father’s body. The sound of flesh tearing open exploded in my ears. I stumbled and fell to my knees beside my dad. “You’re right, I do regret it. I regret saving you!” I raged impotently, overwhelmed by a sense of hopeless despair. Why? I wanted so badly to ask Rachel – why was she doing this after I saved her life? My dad struggled for a bit before going still. Rachel’s sharp voice suddenly rang out: “Leave him with a breath of life. Otherwise who will spread the news?” The bodyguards stopped. Rachel slowly crouched in front of my dad, patting his blood-covered face nonchalantly. “I suggest you hurry and find that son of yours. Until he shows up, be prepared to live in fear every day.” My dad had no strength left. His lips moved slightly, his voice barely a whisper. “Why couldn’t it have been you who died seven years ago…” But Rachel didn’t hear those words. She stood up, looking down at my father with obvious threat in her eyes. “Oh right, I seem to recall seeing you pick up a little girl every day. I think I’ll start with her. After all, the Thompson family doesn’t deserve to have descendants!” Those words hit like a thunderbolt. My mind went blank, my ears ringing. My daughter. No. Our daughter! Rachel turned to leave. My dad desperately grabbed her pant leg. “Please… spare my granddaughter… she’s innocent…” My dad’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s, blood blurring his vision. But wasn’t my daughter the only innocent one? Wasn’t every member of my family harmed by Rachel innocent? Rachel yanked her pant leg free in disgust, kicking my dad one more time. “Wasn’t my family innocent too? If it weren’t for your black-hearted son tampering with my brakes, how would I have ended up in a coma? “The Thompson family has the least right to bargain with me! Go tell William, if he doesn’t show up tomorrow, he can prepare to collect that little brat’s corpse!” Rachel left behind only her resolute back. My dad passed out. I cried my heart out, slapping myself over and over. Why couldn’t I, as a spirit, do anything? Seven years ago, Rachel and I went on a road trip. Her first love, afraid Rachel would find evidence to send him to jail, tampered with our car. Halfway through the trip, Rachel suddenly yelled that the brakes weren’t working. She jerked the steering wheel hard. I unbuckled my seatbelt and threw myself over her, shielding her from all harm. Although Rachel’s life was saved, the violent impact left her unconscious and in a coma. As for me, a shard of windshield pierced straight through my heart. Blood gushing from my chest, I endured the pain and held Rachel tightly in my arms. When the ambulance arrived, it took the efforts of several medics and nurses to pry me away. They sighed, saying: “This husband must have loved his wife deeply, to trade his life for hers.” If I’d known Rachel’s first act upon waking would be to kill my family, when I clearly had a chance to survive, I definitely wouldn’t have sacrificed myself to save her! My thoughts were dragged back to the present. My dad lay unconscious on the street all night. But when he woke up, his first thought wasn’t to go to the hospital, but to rush to the preschool to find my daughter. When he learned my daughter wasn’t at the preschool, my dad instantly broke down. I watched helplessly as my dad crouched down, clutching his head in anguish. He pounded his chest and punched himself repeatedly. I looked at my dad with a pained heart, wanting to comfort him, but I was just as anxious. Just then, Rachel sent my dad a message: [If you don’t come by 8 AM, prepare to collect this little brat’s body.] I knew Rachel’s “you” meant me and my dad. All of Rachel’s actions were just to force me, the supposed mastermind, to appear. If possible, I would rather Rachel torture me instead of my family. My dad couldn’t think of anything else. He ran towards the outskirts of town, even losing a shoe along the way without stopping. The soles of his feet were covered in bloody blisters. Rachel’s men were digging a hole. My daughter clutched Rachel’s hand affectionately, calling out sweetly: “Mommy, I’ve missed you so much.” But Rachel’s expression didn’t change at all. She just shook off my daughter’s hand in disgust. “Shameless little brat. Like father, like daughter. Sucking up at such a young age – disgusting!” Rachel shoved my daughter hard, making her fall to the ground. Frightened, she started crying: “Grandma lied. Mommy isn’t gentle at all. Mommy’s so mean. I want to go home!” I ached to hold my daughter, but I was powerless. My daughter is seven and a half this year. She was born just before our car accident, only a month old at the time. After I died and Rachel fell into a coma, my mom would take my daughter to visit Rachel every day. Back then, my mom would hold my daughter gently, telling her that her mom was a kind person and her dad was responsible. I really wanted to know – if Rachel regained her memories, would she regret what she’d done today? “Shut up! Gag her!” Rachel frowned in irritation, ordering her men. They carelessly stuffed a dirty rag in my daughter’s mouth. She trembled in fear. Rachel impatiently checked her watch. “Time’s up. Throw her in and bury her alive!” My dad still hadn’t arrived, and Rachel had lost patience. At her command, the bodyguards ignored my daughter’s muffled cries and tossed her into the pit. I gritted my teeth in hatred. Rachel’s revenge on my family over the past days had left me exhausted. But the little girl before me was our daughter. How could Rachel bear to do this? I watched in despair as the bodyguards shoveled dirt onto my daughter. Her breathing grew weaker, her little face turning from blue to white. My heart died along with her. In her final moments before death, my daughter still mumbled: “Mommy, save me. Mommy, I can’t breathe.” But Rachel watched it all with cold detachment. As the last shovelful of dirt covered my daughter’s face, my dad finally arrived. Rachel sneered.
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