Chapter 3

It turns out, even in death, I could see myself.

I floated in the air, seeing someone lying in the living room, face ashen and swollen like a bloated corpse.

I was glad Lydia didn't see how I looked when I died, thinking this, my soul suddenly drifted to her side.

Whenever she returned from a trip, I used to pick her up.

This time, she didn't want me to come because she was with Asher Williams.

They were laughing and talking at the airport, not looking like they just returned.

Asher had a buzz cut, wore casual clothes, still looking sharp and arrogant.

When he looked at Lydia, there was a strong sense of possession in his eyes.

Their destination was Hawaii.

While I was suffering from illness, they went on a tropical getaway.

I couldn't help but follow Lydia.

Asher joked about carrying Lydia's bag, which she dodged.

"Why didn't you bring the bag I gave you? This bag looks really ugly, did Michael Johnson give it to you? He hasn't called you in days, is he mad because you came to see me?"

Lydia frowned, "Don't mention him."

Asher's face lit up with a smug smile, "My bad, I shouldn't mention the man who stole five years from us. I remember you saying you wanted your honeymoon to be in Hawaii, now our reunion trip isn't too late."

During my struggle with illness, Lydia and Asher went on a couple's getaway to an island.

I found myself unable to stop tracking Lydia's actions.

Asher Williams cheerfully offered to carry Lydia's bag, but she sidestepped him.

"Why aren't you using the bag I gave you? This one looks terrible. Did Michael Johnson give it to you? He hasn't called you in days. Is he upset because you came to see me?"

Lydia frowned, "Don't bring him up."

Asher smirked, "My bad, I shouldn't have mentioned the guy who took five years from us. I remember you once said you wanted to honeymoon in Hawaii. It's not too late for our reunion trip now."

Lydia didn't argue, but she kept glancing at her phone before boarding.

Her calendar app reminded her that my birthday was in three days.

I had set it up on her phone a month ago after much persuasion.

Lydia impatiently swiped away the reminder and boarded the plane with Asher.

To them, I was the thief who stole five years of their life.

She despised me so much that she didn't even want to speak my name.

I remembered when we first got married, I was so joyful. Even while lying in a hospital bed, I couldn't wait to plan our honeymoon.

I filled a book with plans, including all her favorite foods, hoping to take her to the snowy mountains and grasslands she longed to see.

But before I could show her all my love and anticipation, she found my plan book, tore it to pieces, and called me delusional.

My joy and love were shredded and trampled under her feet.

At that time, my beautiful dream had just begun. How could I let go of the only leading lady in my dream?

But reality taught me that unrequited love leads nowhere good.

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