Chapter 2

I never imagined that one day I, who never believed in ghosts, would become a spirit.

After a moment of surprise, I quickly accepted it.

I drifted aimlessly through crowds until I found myself at Royal River Gardens.

That's when it hit me.

Five years ago, Lucas had used the first money he earned as a stock trader to set up our home there.

It was our marital home.

The interior was decorated entirely to my tastes.

But shortly after we moved in, he was schemed against and lost everything, drowning in debt.

His mother was also diagnosed with leukemia.

We were left penniless and helpless.

I took the opportunity to terminate his child and divorced him.

He sold the house to clear the debts and left for five years.

As the lights came on, a Bugatti slowly approached from the distance.

The car door opened, and out stepped Lucas and Aria.

Aria seemed drunk, hanging onto him.

Lucas expertly lifted her in his arms and strode inside.

Once in the room, he placed Aria on the bed and turned to leave, but she hooked her arms around his neck.

Aria nuzzled his face, her soft voice tinged with drunkenness, "Lucas, stay with me tonight, please?"

She was wearing a light purple silk camisole that showcased her beautiful figure.

Lucas didn't refuse.

Aria's hands began to wander.

His shirt quickly fell to the floor.

My heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed. I abruptly turned away and left.

Why torture myself?

They're married now.

It's normal for couples to be intimate.

Besides, I was the one who left him first.

I wandered around, dazed, looking at the familiar layout.

This house, full of our memories, now housed another woman, becoming a place of despair for me.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bedroom door opened.

Lucas walked out, holding a box.

The pattern on it was all too familiar to me.

Inside were all the gifts I had given Lucas.

He sat straight on the sofa, lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it.

After a while, the cigarette burned out.

He expressionlessly picked up his phone.

I leaned in and froze for a moment.

Five years later, I was still pinned at the top of his WeChat.

He clicked on my avatar and typed a message in the chat box, "I'm married now. There are still some things you left in the house. My wife isn't happy seeing them. When are you coming to take them away?"

After a moment's thought, he added, "Come get them tomorrow, or I won't hesitate to throw them out."

The glimmer of hope that had just risen in my heart burst like a bubble, leaving me with nothing but endless pain.

The box contained everything I had given him over the past decade and more.

He used to treasure them so much that no one else could touch them.

He'd fight anyone who tried.

But now, he was ready to throw them away without a second thought.

Cold and merciless to the extreme.

So, had Aria seen the things in the box and gotten upset?

An overwhelming sense of bitterness welled up inside me.

I looked away, wanting to touch the box one last time, but could only watch helplessly as my hand passed right through it.

Lucas sat on the sofa all night, waiting for a response that never came.

His expression grew colder by the minute.

I whispered in his ear, "Lucas, I'm dead. My phone is broken. How can I reply to you?"

But Lucas probably thought I was avoiding him, not wanting to deal with him.

A storm began to brew in his eyes, his face now covered with hatred, his hands clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles turned white.

He let out a laugh, "Zoe Foster, don't you dare regret this!"

The box was instantly thrown into the trash can.

It shattered into pieces, its contents spilling out.

The white sweater I had spent three nights knitting for him was instantly soiled with filth.

How jarring it looked.

All those things seemed to have become dirty in an instant.