Chapter 5

"Mr. Jack, in light of your recent lifestyle issues, we have decided to terminate our cooperation with you and withdraw all investments. At the same time, we will pursue legal action for the negative impact you have brought to the company. Please be aware of this."

I hung up the phone dejectedly, not because of the legal action against me, but because that glimmer of hope had been shattered once again.

Over the next few days, investors called one after another to withdraw their funds, the company's stock price plummeted, and my reputation hit rock bottom.

Unfortunately, I didn't care about any of this. What was more terrifying than death was dying alone.

Recently, my episodes have become more and more frequent, from initial dizziness to now relying on machines to maintain life. I knew time was running out.

During the intervals of consciousness, I signed the surgery consent form, and inadvertently saw the private messages in the backend again.

I clicked in, and the image showed Isabella and Liam naked, embracing each other, passionately kissing.

The next second, a sharp pain pierced my brain like a needle tip. I bent over in agony, my whole body twisted like a tightly wrung towel, cold sweat pouring down.

Using all my strength, I replied to that private message, "Let's get divorced." Then, I could no longer hold on and fell into a coma.

When I woke up, the ward was quiet. I looked up and found everything pitch black before me, unable to sense any light. I quickly called for the doctor.

"Mr. Jack, your condition has become very serious. The intracranial pressure continues to stimulate, causing severe lesions. If you don't have surgery now, I'm afraid..."

The doctor's words hit my heart like a heavy hammer.

I realized that this probably meant the success rate of the surgery was not optimistic. The doctor's words seemed more like a hint for me to arrange my affairs early.

I remained silent for a moment, then nodded firmly: "Let's begin."

No matter the outcome, I no longer want to live on in such a state of suffering.

The surgery process was long and painful. I felt as if I had been drifting in darkness for countless centuries.

When I woke up again, I found myself back home.

I was stunned when I saw Isabella.

How did I come back? Was the surgery successful?

However, when I tried to approach her, I found my body seemed to have become transparent. I passed through her body as if passing through a patch of empty air.

My gaze fell on the window beside Isabella, where only her reflection was visible.

At that moment, I was dumbfounded.

No miracle had occurred. My illness had been delayed for too long; if I had had the surgery earlier, there might have been some hope.

At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Liam walked out from inside.

An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air, making me feel nauseous.

I was clearly dead, but seeing this scene, I could still feel a splitting headache.

Do you two dogs have to torment me even after death?

Isabella looked at Liam as he approached, her eyes full of tenderness.

I was about to leave when Isabella's voice came, carrying a hint of questioning and confusion.

"Liam, why didn't you agree to let me divorce him?"

So it was Liam who didn't let Isabella divorce me!

And I was very curious, from the start, I hadn't seen the diagnosis report left on the table.

Looking around, I couldn't see that paper, but I clearly remember leaving it on the table when I left.

Liam walked to Isabella's side and held her tightly: "Isabella, trust me, before long, everything of his will be yours."

Isabella opened her eyes wide, looking at him in disbelief.

Then, she seemed to think of something and broke free from Liam's embrace, picking up her phone and repeatedly trying to call me.

However, the phone remained powered off.

Right, I'm dead, who would charge my phone now.

Isabella's face grew increasingly grim, and she couldn't help but smash the phone!

"Liam, what do you mean by saying this? And why haven't you let me come back all this time? Are you hiding something from me?"

Liam's face darkened, "Isabella, everything I've done is for you. Don't tell me you've really fallen in love with him? You only married him to climb the social ladder using his connections!"

I was suddenly stunned, followed by a bitter laugh. Yes, I might have always known.

I pursued Isabella for three years, and it wasn't until Liam went abroad with his mistress that she accepted me.

I foolishly believed that sincerity could win someone's true heart. She liked watching fireworks, so I spent a fortune arranging fireworks shows for her birthday every year. When she felt her work wasn't going well, I would beg people and send gifts to arrange comfortable positions for her.

However, some people's blood might just be naturally cold.

After Liam returned to the country, Isabella began to gradually distance herself from me, and her feelings grew increasingly cold.

Having it pointed out bluntly by Liam, Isabella's face couldn't hide her discomfort.

A crisp sound rang out, and a clear handprint appeared on Liam's face.

Watching these two in conflict made me happier than if I had earned millions.

"Isabella, you need to calm down." Liam left, covering his face.

I told him to get lost from behind, and kept slapping my palm on the handprint on his face. Although this couldn't make him feel humiliated, it certainly made me feel happy.

Looking at Liam's retreating figure, Isabella showed a dejected expression.

I had only seen this expression on her face when Liam went abroad. She was already regretting her impulsive action right after slapping him?

As soon as Liam left, the phone on the table rang. I looked, and the contact name was mine!

Wait, I'm dead, how could I be calling her?

After answering, Isabella vented the anger from earlier on me, "Jack, haven't you had enough!"