His Desperate Plea

"You’ve been chasing this contract for a month now, haven’t you? Finish this drink, and I’ll sign it immediately." I stared at the tall glass, brimming with vodka to the point of overflowing. Ignoring the cramps twisting through my stomach, I forced a smile toward Angela Clarke. With trembling fingers, I picked up the glass from the table. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, I downed the liquor in a quick gulp. The moment it hit my stomach, a fiery sting spread through me, and I couldn’t stop the involuntary shudder that wracked my body. Last week, during chemotherapy, the doctor insisted I stay in the hospital. She warned me that if I ignored her advice, given how quickly my condition was deteriorating, I could die at any moment. I tore out every piece of equipment attached to me and left the hospital amidst the doctor’s hysterical shouts. This was the last deal I needed to close. Once this was signed, I would have no regrets left. Clenching my fists and grinding my teeth, I

I died. I died right on the steps in front of the hospital. My soul drifted aimlessly until it floated to Matthew’s side. I thought he would be home at that hour, but instead, he was in his office. The room was blanketed in darkness. He leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, lost in thought. Hearing a sound at the door, I instinctively tried to hide behind the filing cabinet, only to realize I was now a spirit—no one could see me. I moved closer and stood beside Matthew as we both turned to look toward the door. Angela entered, her arms full of takeaway bags. She looked slightly harassed as she looked at Matthew. “The beef stew shop on the east side was closed, so I bought these from somewhere else. Try them and see how they are.” Angela carefully set everything on the table, unwrapping each item with care. She tore open a pair of utensils and handed them to Matthew. He picked up a piece of beef and placed it in his mouth. Before he could chew, he spat it out in

The morgue's dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls, its chilling atmosphere enough to make anyone uneasy as soon as they stepped inside. Because of his rushed arrival, Matthew's shirt looked hastily put together. His hair, though adjusted on the way, still appeared messy and unkempt. He stood beside my body, his brow furrowed in silence, lost in thought. I stood next to him, my gaze fixed on my own body lying on the morgue table—pale, lifeless, streaked with blood. My face bore fresh scars from the impact of my fall but the blood had already dried. I grimaced and frowned. Why couldn’t Ella give me some dignity in my final moments and at least wipe my face clean? I sighed, recalling my treatments over the last two years. I had already accumulated quite a substantial debt with Dr. Ella Grint. I had planned to repay her once I managed to get back on my feet and earned enough. Ella was unfortunate to have ended up with a patient like me. Matthew shifted his weight s

Matthew lost control and slapped Angela across the face. The sound echoed through the room, leaving everyone stunned.Angela froze, her hand slowly rising to touch her now-swollen cheek. Then, her own fury ignited, she glared at Matthew and shrieked, “How dare you hit me, Matthew!”Tears streamed down her face as she lunged at him, clawing at his shirt like a madwoman, her voice cracking with rage. “Who begged me to force Giselle out of the company, huh? Who? You threw her out without hesitation, so why are you pretending to care about her life now?“You want to act like a grieving saint? Don’t make me laugh!” she spat venomously, her nails digging into his sleeves. “If you truly cared about her, why did you stab her in the back? You’re nothing but a selfish, conniving bastard. You ruin everything you touch, then expect others to see you as the good guy!”Angela’s voice grew shrill as she screamed. “Let me tell you something—you don’t even own that company anymore! It belongs

Matthew spoke at length about his regret and apologized profusely, his words laced with anguish. I shook my head in resignation as I watched him. What use was his regret now, after he had chosen to betray me? As twilight approached, he finally left. He called a car and headed straight to Angela's house. The door to Angela's house stood wide open as if waiting for him. Angela stood at the entrance with cold, piercing eyes, staring at him. “Back so soon? Judging by the way you look, you must not be very comfortable with where you are staying. “I’ve prepared a bath for you. If you get down on your knees and beg for my forgiveness, I might consider keeping you a while longer,” she sneered. Matthew gave her a cold smile. “You’re getting ahead of yourself. The company’s final ownership is still uncertain. I’ve already called the company. “My shares are still valid. Whatever you’ve convinced yourself about the company being yours—well, you’re probably dreaming.” Angela l