On what was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives, my wedding to Walter Harris took an unexpected turn. Just as we were about to exchange vows, my sister Isabella Reed fainted due to low blood sugar. Without hesitation, Walter scooped her up and rushed her to the hospital. In a moment of hurt and impulse, I made a decision that would change everything. I turned to Walter’s brother, Noah Harris, and married him instead. Walter returned to me, his eyes red and he kept begging me to get back with him. I smiled calmly, gently caressing my pregnant belly. “That’s not happening.” It was like those 10 years of loving Walter had just vanished into thin air.

On the day of our scheduled divorce, I waited at the civil affairs office for three long hours. He never showed up, but news of his car accident did. The crash had wiped his memory clean. I covered my face and cried, not out of sadness, but from happiness. I didn’t have to divorce him anymore. In the three years we were married, he never truly looked at me. I was the only one who had feelings for him. But on the night he was discharged from the hospital, he came to my bedroom door with a pillow in hand. He asked, looking a bit pitiful, “Honey, aren’t we sleeping together?”

My boyfriend got betrayed. On my 25th birthday, he betrayed himself. He gave me a robot. In other words, he made a clone of himself. A robot that looked exactly like him. And just like him, this robot was getting wilder.

My boyfriend, James Wellington, was broke—or so I thought. For two years, I paid all the bills, and the priciest gift he gave me was a $180 pearl necklace. Yet, he secretly cleared a $5 million debt for his bankrupt childhood sweetheart, Rachel Wilson. Turns out, James was a wealthy heir all along. He wasn’t poor; he was just stingy with me.

I found out about my husband’s cancer diagnosis while he was having sex with other one.

I put away the signed documents and was about to step into the wedding venue when I heard a commotion outside. Zayne was gently holding another woman in a wedding dress. I felt dizzy. I was standing right here, but who was this woman who looked almost exactly like me? Then it daunted on me. It was Daisy, his first love who disappeared ten years ago. Zayne actually found her? While I was frantically preparing for the wedding, he was busy looking for his first love!

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my husband proposed to his bestie, and the video of him putting a ten-carat diamond ring on her became a hot topic. He sent me a message saying that she was with a client and couldn’t come back for dinner. I looked down at my empty ring finger and the food I had prepared all day. I felt like I had become a huge joke.

I was kidnapped by my dad’s enemies. The kidnappers called my dad, who was a cop, and threatened him. “Mr. Murphy, your daughter is with me! If you want her alive, come here yourself! Or I’ll chop her into pieces!” The tip of the kidnapper’s knife grazed my throat, sending chills down my spine. “Another kidnapping stunt?” My dad’s voice was calm. “Aurora, you’re really despicable!” “Dad, I’m not lying! I swear I’m not!” I pleaded, my voice hoarse. “They’ll really kill me!” “Then why don’t you just die?!” His cruel curse left me stunned. “Dad…” I choked up.”I’m only 18. I don’t want to die…” “Please, Dad! Save me!” My dad hung up the phone immediately. I stood there, stunned, listening to the busy signal. Tears streamed down my face, colder than the knife at my throat. The kidnapper didn’t give up and called again.”Samuel! Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill your daughter?!” “Then go ahead and kill her!” This time, my dad’s voice was filled with anger. “No matter how much you torture or even kill her, it has nothing to do with me!” As the call ended again, I heard cheerful music on the other end, mixed with laughter from my stepmother Pamela Hughes and my half-sister Sherry Murphy. Oh, right, today is Sherry’s birthday. The three of them were having a grand celebration. The kidnapper, frustrated, called again, but my dad’s phone was off. He threw the phone in a rage. For some reason, I started laughing. The kidnapper slapped me hard. “You bitch! What are you laughing at?!” Tears fell from my eyes as I stammered, “I’m laughing because you kidnapped the wrong person…Why would he care about me? To him, I’m less than an insect…The one he truly cares about is my half-sister!” I laughed, but then suddenly started crying. I looked up at the kidnapper, begging, “I’m worthless to him. Taking me won’t help you. If you let me go, I’ll give you lots of money! I… Ouch!” A sharp knife plunged into my abdomen, and pain spread instantly. I screamed in agony. He just laughed wickedly. “Even your dad doesn’t care about you. What right do you have to live? Why don’t I send you to heaven early? Oh no, I can’t let you die that quickly! I’m going to torture you slowly. Consider it paying off your dad’s debt!” From that day on, it felt like I was in hell. He tortured me endlessly, right up until my last breath. I thought, it’s finally going to be over. This must have been my dad’s wish all along, right? Didn’t he always tell me to hurry up and die? Well, I’m about to die now. Just as he wanted. At the end of my memory, I heard the kidnapper’s eerie and distant voice. “Remember, the one who killed you isn’t me, it’s your dear dad! I’ll carve out your heart and send it to him!”

I’m dead. The killer was a ruthless kidnapper. He not only killed me but also dismembered my battered body. He cut out my heart and placed it in a beautifully wrapped box. I watched him skillfully handle my corpse, feeling nothing. Because I had become a spirit. Spirits don’t feel anything. I couldn’t feel cold, tired, or pain. I watched him deliver the gift box to my doorstep before dawn, saying, “Samuel, I bet you won’t stay indifferent when you see your daughter’s heart!” I laughed again. He’s so foolish. Too bad he missed me this time. Why would my dad care about me? If he cared even a bit, he wouldn’t have completely ignored me. Eighteen years ago, my mom loved my dad deeply. She used some tricks to get close to him and got pregnant with me. She then forced him to marry her, preventing him from marrying the woman he truly loved. So, he hated my mom and despised me, the “bastard child.” He never cared about me growing up. If he truly cared, how could he let me be killed and my body dismembered? Still, I’m curious to see his reaction to this “gift.” The door opened. It was Sherry who came out. She walked in happily, holding a gift box. Soon, there were screams and roars from inside. I floated into the room and saw the gift box overturned on the floor, with a heart rolling around. My dad angrily took out his phone and sent me a voice message. “Aurora! How could you be so cruel? It’s Sherry’s birthday. Instead of celebrating with her, you send this disgusting thing to scare her! I must have done something terrible in my past life to deserve such a hateful daughter!” I lowered my head and floated over to the heart. I squatted down and gently touched it. My translucent hand passed through the dark red flesh, but I felt no warmth. After all, it had been out of my body for so long. Even if I could feel, it would have no warmth left. I looked up at my dad’s hysterical face, wanting to tell him, “Dad, it’s not some ‘disgusting thing. It’s my heart…Just because it scared your daughter, you hate it that much?” Of course, my dad couldn’t hear my questions. He made another call, angrily ordering, “Aurora is suspected of harassment. Arrest her immediately!” I didn’t know what the person on the other end said, but he got even more agitated. “She is not my daughter!” “She is a monster!”

I remember the first time my dad called me a monster was ten years ago. Back then, my mom was bedridden with a severe illness. She was gravely ill, lying in bed and coughing up blood. I begged my dad to take her to the hospital. Pamela stopped me. She was my dad’s favorite woman, and she was several months pregnant. But for some reason, she fell down the stairs. She bled a lot. The sight of all that blood made my legs go weak, and I fainted. When I woke up, I found myself locked in a closet. Ever since I was little, whenever I made a mistake, I’d get locked in the closet. This time, I didn’t even know what I did wrong. I cried and banged on the closet door. “Dad! Let me out!” “I’m scared. It’s so dark in here!” “Dad, please let me out! I’m begging you!” No one answered. I stayed in that cramped, dark closet for a long, long time. Just when I thought I was going to die, the closet door was yanked open. My dad stood outside, his face cold. He looked at me with disgust, like I was trash. “Do you know what you did wrong?” His voice was icy. “I… I don’t know.” I shook my head in panic. “Dad, I didn’t do anything bad. I didn’t. Believe me. I didn’t push Pamela. She fell on her own.” Mentioning “Pamela” seemed to hit a nerve. His eyes flashed with anger, and he slapped me hard! “You little beast! You’re truly unrepentant! Pamela almost died because of you! She’s lucky! If anything had happened to her, I would have made you pay with your life!” My ears were ringing. It felt like all the yelling was muted. I could only stare at him, watching his mouth move. His twisted expression was like a horror painting, haunting my mind for years. It would jump out and scare me from time to time, just like now. I watched him angrily hang up the phone, glanced at the bloody heart, and frowned. I followed his gaze. Oh, it didn’t even look like a heart anymore. Its surface was covered in shiny bits, probably leftover confetti from last night’s birthday celebration. The servants hadn’t cleaned up yet. My dad’s eyes were fierce. He kicked the bloody mess with all his strength. My heart rolled out the open door. I chased after it, trying to catch it, but my hands passed right through it. I watched helplessly as my heart fell into the dirt, like discarded trash. I crouched down carefully, looking at the filthy mess. I should have felt sad. But as a spirit, I couldn’t feel sadness. Yet, I wiped my eyes. It was strange. Why were my tears falling? A phone rang inside. I turned to see my dad frowning as he answered a call. Maybe spirits have sharp senses. I easily heard the voice on the other end. It was a young girl. She’s my best friend, Marilyn Carter. “Samuel! Aurora is missing! I can’t reach her at all! Can you help me find her?” “Don’t pull the same trick twice!” My dad suppressed his anger, scolding coldly. “Marilyn, out of respect for your dad, I won’t hold this against you. But you’d better not stay friends with Aurora! And don’t contact me about anything related to her again!” He hung up forcefully, ignoring Marilyn’s explanations just like he ignored mine. I floated in front of him, staring at his disdainful expression. I couldn’t understand why he hated me so much. “Mr. Murphy! Something’s happened!” A young officer ran in, panting, “Your phone was off, I couldn’t reach you.Last night, they pulled a woman’s body from the moat! She had… Aurora’s phone and wallet on her!”

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My name is Felix Hastings. I was a detective. Now I’m dead. I’ve become a ghost, lingering around my fiancée, Paisley Taylor. “Paisley, something’s happened. I need your help!” Paisley got a call from Kevin Sinclair. She dropped everything and rushed to him. He was her first love; they grew up together. Whatever he asked, she would do it. I once asked if she only cared about Kevin. She would always impatiently reply, “Kevin and I are just friends. Stop being jealous.” This time, he killed someone and asked her to handle the body. And she agreed. But she didn’t know the body was mine.

“Kevin, this is the last time I’m helping you!” Paisley expertly put on gloves and started erasing the fingerprints. When she saw a scar on the body’s right arm, she worried it might be recognized. So, she used acid to dissolve the scar. Then, she continued checking for other identifiable marks. Out of habit, she narrated while examining, “There’s a scar on his left abdomen, looks like a surgical mark.” Even though we’ve been dating for years, we’ve never had sex. She mentioned she doesn’t believe in premarital sex. I respect her views. So, she doesn’t know about the scars on my arm and abdomen. Kevin got nervous when he heard Paisley. He held his breath and stayed silent. Only after she used acid to erase the scars on the body did he finally relax. “It looks like he’s missing a kidney.” Paisley pressed on the left side of the abdomen, confirming her suspicion. Kevin, worried she might figure something out, quickly changed the subject. “Where should we dump the body after we’re done?” “Just find a random spot, as long as it won’t be discovered.” Kevin agreed and then stared at Paisley. “Have you and your fiancé made up yet?” She snorted. “I don’t want to talk about him.” Seeing her expression, Kevin knew our relationship hadn’t improved. Satisfied with the answer, he said no more. He needed to be sure she still didn’t know I had truly disappeared. A month ago, Paisley and I had a fierce argument. Since then, we’ve been giving each other the silent treatment. No matter what messages I sent, she wouldn’t reply, and she didn’t even come home. After dealing with the body, Paisley stood up and took off her gloves. She glanced at the head of the corpse. The face was completely unrecognizable, not a single part intact. Naturally, Paisley couldn’t recognize me. She asked, “How much did you hate him to destroy his face like this? He wasn’t someone you knew, was he?” Kevin’s heart skipped a beat, and he gave a guilty laugh. “There are other forensic experts in the city. This is all I can do. Be careful.” “I got it.” Kevin nodded and then eagerly pulled Paisley into his arms. “Paisley, I’ve missed you so much.” “Do you know I’ve been thinking about you every single day? I’m going crazy without you.” Paisley was moved by his words. Kevin held her hand. “Paisley, please don’t go. Stay with me a little longer, okay?” With that, Kevin kissed Paisley. She couldn’t resist him. In front of my corpse, she embraced him and they made love. I wanted to rush over and shout, “Don’t do this disgusting thing next to my body.” But my soul passed right through them. No matter how much I screamed, they couldn’t hear me. I was powerless.

Kevin and Paisley’s moans filled the air. I wanted to cover my ears, but the sound pierced my soul. No matter what I did, it was useless. I couldn’t escape. It felt like a curse, my soul was bound to her, and I couldn’t break free. I watched helplessly as my fiancée, the woman I cherished more than my own life, made love with my murderer. I felt so nauseous I wanted to vomit. After I threw up, a spiteful thought crossed my mind: Paisley would eventually realize the corpse beside her was mine. One day, when she finds out she slept with the man who killed her fiancé and even helped him destroy my body, would she break down? A twisted sense of revenge filled my heart. It made me feel a bit better. Paisley and Kevin made love next to my remains for over an hour. Afterward, she went back home. She opened the door to darkness. She turned on the light and walked into the kitchen out of habit. She opened the fridge and grabbed a chilled coconut water. She smelled the stench of rotting vegetables. She covered her nose and cleaned out the rotten vegetables from the fridge. There was still a bottle of fresh milk in the fridge, expiring in a day, produced a week ago. Seeing the date, Paisley naturally thought of the corpse she just saw. She immediately recognized that the body had been dead for a week. The body hadn’t decomposed yet, indicating Kevin had put a lot of effort into preserving it. Paisley shook her head, not wanting to think about why Kevin did it. I watched her standing at my room’s door. After hesitating for a while, she pushed it open. Freshly washed, unfolded clothes were on my bed. Paisley folded the clothes and put them in the wardrobe. While putting the clothes away, she accidentally pulled something out. I instantly recognized it as the ring I planned to propose with. Paisley opened the ring box and saw the ring. After a few seconds of shock, she threw the box into the wardrobe with disgust and left. My spirit followed her, and I heard her angrily say, “So you’re just going to ignore me forever? Fine, never come home. Just die out there!” She didn’t know, I really was dead. The next morning, Paisley was woken up by her phone ringing. My body was found by a sanitation worker. He called the police, and they arrived quickly. Paisley showed up at the scene too. She immediately recognized the body she had dealt with. “Ms. Taylor, the face has been maliciously damaged, and the fingerprints are gone. We can’t identify the body right now.” Hearing this from her assistant, Paisley sighed in relief. Luckily, nothing identifiable was left. “Take the body back first. I’ll go talk to Isaac.” Paisley approached Isaac Whitman, my mentor, to learn more about the body’s identity. “Isaac, the body is badly damaged. It’ll take time to identify it through the remains. Did you find any evidence at the scene?” Isaac was completely clueless. “This isn’t the primary crime scene. It rained last night. We can’t find any useful evidence. This case is tough! And Felix is on vacation right now!” Isaac deliberately mentioned me in front of Paisley. She got a bit angry when she heard my name. “Has Felix contacted you?” Isaac knew Paisley had been upset with me because of that incident. He wanted to help smooth things over. “Isaac, I’m busy. I need to get back to the station.” With that, Paisley turned and left. Isaac watched her walk away, shaking his head and sighing, “I really don’t understand what young people are thinking these days!” Then he took out his phone and called me. “This is strange. He still can’t be reached. Leo, can you try calling Felix?” My soul couldn’t stray too far from Paisley, so I followed her back to the station. Her assistant looked at my body on the autopsy table and sighed, “Ms. Taylor, this killer is so cruel! He was so young, and now he’s dead.” Once she was suited up, her assistant stepped back to give her space. “Ms. Taylor, we have to get justice for the victim!” Hearing this, Paisley’s hand holding the scalpel trembled slightly. I noticed her eyes were filled with tears. She must be feeling guilty for helping the killer. If she knew the body in front of her was mine, how would she feel? She’d probably be happy. After all, her mother, Carol Taylor, died because of me…

A month ago, our police department teamed up with the state government to take down organized crime. I worked overtime for a month straight. I was so busy I even forgot Carol’s birthday. She understood how hard I was working and felt sorry for me for working overtime for a month straight. That night, Carol prepared some desserts and personally brought them to the police station. After I got the call, I was about to go out and bring her in. At the same time, the on-duty officer caught a fugitive and was about to interrogate him. I followed them into the interrogation room and forgot to meet Carol at the entrance. When I finished the interrogation and came out, I saw Paisley storming towards me, furious. I remembered there weren’t any major cases recently, so she shouldn’t have been working late. Why was she here at this hour? Sensing something was off, I was about to ask her what was wrong. She walked up and slapped me. “Do you remember my mom?” It hit me then—Carol had been waiting outside the station for me. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot. I’ll go apologize to her right now!” I started to run outside, but noticed Paisley standing still. I was about to ask what was going on when I saw Isaac coming in with a grave expression. “Felix, Ms. Taylor, come in.” Once inside Isaac’s office, I learned that Carol was dead. “Carol’s dead? What happened?” Isaac told me that while Carol was waiting for me outside the station, she ran into some thugs. We had been cracking down on gangs, and I had arrested their leader. In retaliation, they knocked Carol out and dragged her to the roadside. They cut off her arms and legs and dumped them in a nearby ditch. I couldn’t believe Carol was dead. I looked into Isaac’s eyes. He sighed, head lowered. Paisley collapsed onto the table, sobbing uncontrollably. “Felix, you jerk! If you had picked up my mom earlier, this wouldn’t have happened!” Paisley was furious at me when she found out Carol came to the police station to bring me desserts and got attacked by my enemies. I had planned to propose to Paisley next week. But because of this incident, I put the plan on hold. Paisley refused to forgive me and moved out of our shared apartment. She ignored my texts and calls. Even at Carol’s funeral, she had people block me from entering. “You killed my mom. You have no right to be at her funeral.” In the end, I could only say goodbye to Carol from outside the funeral home, facing where her body was laid. I had one lingering question about the whole thing. How did those thugs know Carol was connected to me? Given the nature of our jobs, Paisley and I had warned Carol not to mention us to anyone, fearing our enemies might target her. The surveillance near the police station captured those thugs. I led the team to arrest them myself. But no matter how I interrogated them, they claimed it was a spur-of-the-moment attack. Yet all the evidence pointed to a premeditated crime. After all, no one would be dumb enough to wander around a police station with knives in the middle of the night. I traced the two machetes back to a hardware store. I was surprised to find the owner was Kevin. I showed him the photos of the thugs and asked if he recognized them. He looked carefully, then shook his head and said he didn’t know them. Finding no leads, I turned to leave. As I was walking out, I spotted a gold earring in the corner. It was the one I gave Carol for her birthday last year. The day before she was attacked, she had called me, apologizing for losing the earring. “How did her gold earring end up here?” I picked up the gold earring, ready to ask Kevin what was going on. Suddenly, he pulled out a metal rod and struck my head hard. Before I passed out, I heard a man’s voice behind Kevin. “Kevin, did that old lady tell him about our smuggling?”

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Five years after my death, my strong attachment to the living world kept me from moving on, so I stayed in this world, wandering around as a ghost. I stayed by my grandma, Patricia’s side every day. I watched Patricia slowly lose her sanity, unable to accept my death. Eventually, Patricia’s mind became confused and her memory jumbled. Patricia often forgot that I had died. It was heartbreaking to see her make my favorite baked ribs, only to realize she was waiting for someone who’d never come home again. She’d go looking for me at Ian’s place, but luckily, Ian had moved abroad after we split up five years back. So when Patricia knocked, no one was ever there. Lately, Patricia’s been getting worse. One day, she rushed out like usual. I followed her through the shopping street, across the intersection, and into an apartment building. She took the elevator up and knocked on Ian’s old door. That place had been empty for years. I sighed to myself as she knocked again, thinking, “No one’s gonna answer.” But then, out of nowhere, the door opened. Patricia called out the name I’d been dreading to hear, even as a ghost: “Ian! Have you seen Audrey?”

I hadn’t seen Ian in over five years, and he was still as handsome as ever. With time, he looked even more mature and composed. When Ian saw it was Patricia, he became even angrier. He took a step back and sneered, “Audrey? The woman who looked down on me? We broke up ages ago.” Hearing this, Patricia immediately defended me. “No, Audrey broke up with you because…” Worried Patricia might reveal the real reason for our breakup, I tried to stop her. The next second, Patricia rubbed her forehead. Her memory was jumbled, and she kept mumbling, “What? Because of what?” I knew Patricia was having one of her episodes again. Ian looked at Patricia coldly. “Enough with the act. Get lost!” With that, he slammed the door shut. I hurriedly floated over to help Patricia, but I was just a ghost. I could only watch helplessly as Patricia fell to the ground in pain. I stood there, powerless. No matter how much I shouted, no one could hear me. Looking at the closed door, I lowered my head in sorrow. I didn’t blame Ian. After all, I was the one who hurt him first.

Ian has always hated me. He thinks I look down on him and that I heartlessly dumped him, so of course, he wouldn’t meet Patricia. After Patricia was driven away by him, I followed her back to our empty home. From the moment I glimpsed Ian that fateful day, my heart has been irresistibly drawn to him. I found myself retracing our steps to our old university, where I watched him address the students as an accomplished business leader. There he stood on stage, exuding confidence and charisma. His poise and expressions were so refined and captivating that I couldn’t tear my eyes away. As I gazed at Ian, lost in reverie, his towering figure seemed to merge with the memory of the boy he once was. A wave of emotion washed over me, bringing tears to my eyes. I knew our paths could never truly cross again, for Ian’s future was now entwined with another’s… After Ian’s speech, a female student approached him with a book for an autograph. I instantly felt very nervous because Ian absolutely couldn’t see that girl. I instinctively floated over. “Ian, this is my favorite web novel. I heard the author was your classmate. Could you get her autograph for me?” Through the gaps in the crowd, I saw the familiar cover of the book in her hand, and a chill ran down my spine. “Don’t let him see it!” I rushed over to stop the girl, but I was too late. Ian had already taken the book and calmly flipped through a couple of pages. I desperately tried to cover the pages. I didn’t want Ian to read this book. But now, I’m just a ghost. My hand passed through the pages, but the words were clearly visible to Ian. “No, please…” I floated in mid-air, heartbroken. It was true; I had written this book based on Ian and me, but I died before I could finish it. I died before I could finish it. I’ve written our love story deeply in this book. All our beautiful memories from knowing each other to falling in love are tagged with pink happiness. Every word expresses my sincere love for Ian, touching many hearts. I feel heartbroken. To Ian, it must be the opposite, right? Ian probably thinks I’m sugarcoating lies and that my feelings for him aren’t like what’s written. I ruthlessly abandoned Ian, and my love for him isn’t even a fraction of what’s in the book… I didn’t dare look at Ian’s face, but I could hear him flipping through the pages quickly. His pace got faster, sounding extremely impatient. The tension and suffocation made it hard to breathe. I cautiously looked up. Sure enough, Ian was frowning deeply, his face dark. Suddenly, Ian looked up and met my gaze in the air. Ian’s hateful stare scared me, making my limbs weak, and I stiffly floated back. Ian gripped the book tightly, gritting his teeth, and said, “Damn it.” Then he turned and left the venue, telling his secretary, “Contact the author and get the rights to this book. Now! Immediately!”

I went home listlessly, my mind filled with Ian’s furious expression. He must really hate me. So, he wants to find the author and publicly humiliate me, right? “Unfortunately, he’ll never find me.” I laughed bitterly, wiping away my tears forcefully. Muttering to myself, I entered the house, but Patricia wasn’t home. I searched around the neighborhood but couldn’t find her. I even checked the supermarket and market she frequents, but no luck. Panic set in. Where could Patricia have gone? Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I hurried to Ian’s house. Sure enough, Patricia was having another episode. She was at Ian’s door again. She kept knocking and calling my name non-stop. I felt both touched and sad. Despite my attempts to stop her, it was useless. Finally, the door opened. It wasn’t Ian who came out, but a beautiful woman. Seeing her made me feel incredibly down. It was her. It was Julie Anderson. Why was she at Ian’s place? Why was Ian with this woman? Julie was our high school classmate. She had once pursued Ian relentlessly. But Ian said he liked me, so he politely turned her down. Although Julie didn’t bother Ian after that, I never expected to see her at his house years later. I recalled the malicious and triumphant look Julie gave me before she died. I felt incredibly sad, like my heart was being squeezed. It was strange because I was just a spirit. Why was I heartbroken and struggling to breathe? Patricia froze when she saw Julie. Then she frowned, “Who are you? Why are you at Ian’s house? Where’s my Audrey?” Julie raised an eyebrow and looked Patricia up and down, a hint of disdain in her eyes. “Ma’am, there’s no one here you’re looking for. Get lost!” Patricia immediately looked furious. She walked over, grabbed Julie’s sleeve, and tried to pull her out. “You’re a rude girl! Are you trying to seduce Ian? You should leave.” Julie stumbled as Patricia yanked her, her gaze turning fierce. She forcefully shoved Patricia to the ground. “You old hag! How dare you show up here?” “Patricia!” I rushed forward to help Patricia, but my hand went right through her body. Frustrated, I clenched my fists, glaring at Julie, wanting to punch her. Just then, a familiar male voice echoed in the room. “What’s going on?” Julie’s fierce demeanor vanished. She clung to Ian’s arm, crying, “Ian, this madam hit me!” I stared at Julie in disbelief. When my eyes met Ian’s, I felt a deep sadness.

Ian wore ash-gray pajamas, the collar slightly open, revealing noticeable kiss marks on his neck. I stared blankly at Ian’s neck, feeling a wave of disappointment. Are they dating? Ian’s face darkened when he saw Patricia. “What are you doing here again?” “I’m looking for Audrey. My Audrey is missing…” Patricia said anxiously. Suddenly remembering something, she angrily pointed at Julie. “Who is she? Why is she in your house? You betrayed Audrey, didn’t you?” “I didn’t!” Ian suddenly shouted, looking furious. “Audrey’s the one who betrayed me!” Patricia turned pale with fear, waving her hands and explaining, “That’s not true. No. “Audrey didn’t betray you, she didn’t…She just… she…” Patricia clutched her head in pain, unable to remember what happened next. Ian stared coldly at Patricia having an episode, his eyes full of disgust. “Stop pretending! Tell Audrey to stop using you to gain my sympathy! It only makes me sick!” Ian slammed the door shut. The moment Ian closed the door, Julie looked smug, as if she had already won. I clenched my fists in anger, but there was nothing I could do. “Audrey, Audrey…” Patricia’s sobs brought me back to reality. I felt a deep sadness and floated behind Patricia. I weakly wrapped my arms around her shoulders. As if doing so could comfort her. “Grandma, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault…”

After leaving Ian’s house, Patricia got lost again. I followed her anxiously, worried she might encounter danger. Luckily, this time Patricia went straight to the police station. When the police asked Patricia about her family, she thought for a moment. She happened to see Ian’s news on the screen, so she excitedly pointed and said, “I remember him. He’s my granddaughter’s boyfriend.” The police exchanged glances, thinking Patricia was just rambling. However, the officer patiently continued, “Do you remember your granddaughter’s boyfriend’s phone number?” Patricia thought for a bit and then recited Ian’s number. “Alright, I’ll call him now!” Ian arrived at the police station quickly. When Ian saw Patricia, his expression instantly turned cold. “Madam Cooper! Will you ever stop?” he yelled at Patricia as soon as he walked in. The officer frowned, reminding Ian to watch his tone. Ian felt frustrated, but his attitude didn’t change. He continued to accuse Patricia, “You caused trouble at my house earlier, and now you’re here at the station! What exactly do you want?” Patricia sat there, looking aggrieved and shaking her head. “I didn’t cause any trouble. I just wanted to find Audrey…” The officer seemed to notice something off about Patricia, so he pulled Ian aside. “Sir, this elderly lady seems confused. If you know her, please contact her family.” Ian seemed to realize something from the officer’s words. He glanced at Patricia with a complicated expression. After a moment, he scoffed, “I think she’s faking it! She’s a con artist, just like her granddaughter!” I had been sitting next to Patricia the whole time. I overheard Ian’s words. I lowered my head and smiled bitterly. Patricia is such a kind person, yet she’s misunderstood and insulted because of me. Despite Ian’s harsh words, he immediately took out his phone and dialed my number. The phone rang continuously, but no one answered. As the call went to voicemail, Ian grew even angrier. “She doesn’t even care about her grandmother. What a heartless person!” He gritted his teeth, clearly hating me even more. “I broke up with her granddaughter years ago. Don’t come to me with this anymore.” Ian didn’t want to stay a minute longer, so he turned and left. The officer had no choice but to approach Patricia and patiently ask, “Patricia, your granddaughter isn’t answering. Is there anyone else at home?” Hearing this, Patricia seemed to suddenly become lucid. She instantly looked sorrowful. She nodded and cried, “That’s right. My granddaughter won’t answer my calls anymore…She’s already dead…”

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