Chapter 1

"I'm about to die!"

People can sense when they're on the brink of death.

When Sasha Sullivan and I went to the beach, I knew that my life would end there.

My breast cancer worsened a month ago, and the doctor said that I didn't have much time left.

I wanted to stay far away from my father and the others, so Sasha quit her job and went traveling with me.

Recently, my condition had become worse and worse. Painkillers didn't work, and even makeup could not conceal how haggard I looked. I was in so much pain that I could not even walk. I could only sit in a wheelchair as Sasha pushed me along.

Sasha's eyes reddened, and she said agitatedly, "That's nonsense. You're still young, you can still—"

I shook my head. "Sasha, I can't go on like this. After I die, tell Matthew to be gentle when slicing open my corpse. I'm afraid that it'll hurt."

Matthew Wilson was Sasha's husband, and he had been doing research on retrieving memories from the dead.

However, everyone had secrets that they wanted to keep, and it was uncertain what kind of memories would be retrieved. That was why there hadn't been any suitable body donors yet.

Sasha and Matthew had helped me a lot. When I was first diagnosed with breast cancer, I signed a body donation agreement. It was the only way I could help them.

Sasha was so choked up that she was finding it difficult to speak. She couldn't fight her tears.

I wanted to comfort her and tell her not to feel sad for me.

Death was a kind of freedom for people like me.

However, my eyelids were getting heavier. Eventually, everything around me descended into darkness.

…

I had wondered countless times about whether I would be able to feel anything after death, or if I would enter reincarnation like they did in the shows on television.

However, I had never imagined that after becoming a spirit, I would randomly turn up by my father's side instead of going to the underworld.

He was at a wedding studio with Zoe Yates and Cameron Doyle. They were trying on wedding dresses and suits.

Zoe was my stepsister, and she was the daughter of my father's comrade. My father was fixated on making things up to her because his comrade had died to save him.

When we were younger, my father would always take Zoe's side. It didn't matter which of us was in the right.

After she was diagnosed with severe depression, my father became worse. He actually made me give up my fiance, Cameron, just because Zoe could not stand the fact that Cameron and I were together.

Cameron hadn't been willing to marry Zoe at first, but after she slit her wrists in a suicide attempt, he had compromised.

They were the three people that I wanted to see the least, and I wanted to leave.

However, I could only get 15 feet away from them at most. I could not move an inch further than that.

I couldn't help the fact that Dad and Cameron both favored Zoe, but why was God biased too? Why did I have to endure such disgust when I was dead? Did God favor that vixen too?

I cursed loudly in anger, but there was nothing I could do. I was forced to watch Zoe try on wedding dresses happily while Dad and Cameron complimented her with a smile in their eyes.

My father rarely smiled at me, and he always expected me to be the best in everything. However, he never complimented me, and he would never smile at me like that.

As for Cameron, he had always been good-tempered with me.

However, after seeing how he treated Zoe, I finally realized that I had not been an exception.

I had put in so much effort to be favored, but I had not gotten it even until the day I died. However, Zoe got it so easily.

When Zoe was almost done trying on wedding dresses, my father called Sasha.

"Is Nessa with you? She's 25 years old. How long is she going to keep sulking? Cameron and Zoe are getting married in a week's time. Tell Nessa not to cause any trouble, or else she can forget about calling me her father anymore!"

I felt suffocated.

"I'm already dead, and yet you're still criticizing me. I'm your daughter! Why don't you like me?" I shouted at my father, but he could not hear me.