Chapter 3

I never imagined that Yvonne's hatred for me had grown so deep. But now that I was truly dead, would she be happy if she knew?

Yvonne drove Louis home. Louis lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of her lips, tenderly stroking her long hair as he whispered, "Once Selene recovers, let's get married."

Yvonne looked at the man who had stayed by her side through the most difficult times, her gaze somewhat stunned. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Okay, it's a promise."

"Should we invite Devin then?" Louis asked.

Yvonne's eyes filled with hatred. "Of course, we should invite him! He has to come! I was once his wife, and I'm the one he wronged the most. Shouldn't he come and witness me being happy?"

Louis pressed his lips together and tried to lean in to kiss her again, but she hugged him instead. "Thankfully, you were by my side during these tough years. Thank you."

My face instantly turned deathly pale when I saw this. Even though I was already dead, the anger in my heart hadn't diminished in the slightest. I rushed over recklessly, wanting to pull them apart.

No, Louis couldn't be with my wife! He was the one who caused our daughter harm! He's the one Yvonne should hate the most!

How could she bear it if she ever found out the truth?

Unfortunately, I was now just a transparent spirit. No matter how I screamed or tried to pull at them, it was useless.

I was filled with regret and hate for my own powerlessness.

As she got out of the car, Louis asked casually, "What if Devin still doesn't show up when the time comes?"

"He adopted a child. If he doesn't show up, don't blame me for taking action against the girl named Lucy."

As she spoke, intense loathing surfaced on Yvonne's face again. She said with a snort, "How ironic. He caused his own daughter's demise, yet he ran off to adopt an orphan."

Watching her hate-filled eyes felt like a knife twisting in my heart, and those painful memories from the past made me feel suffocated.

I remember how deeply Yvonne used to love me, and how she was willing to give me everything she had.

Back when I got injured saving her, I was immobile and had to rest at home.

Yvonne was busy with work, but she was so worried that she put her work aside and stayed home with me every day. She would hold me tenderly in her arms.

"Honey, I love you so much. I can't bear to be without you for a single moment. If I'm ever in danger again, please don't risk yourself so desperately to save me. You can't live without me, so how could I live without you? Thank goodness it was just your leg this time, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

I kissed her cheek. "You and our daughter are my most precious treasures. If there is a next time, I will protect you without hesitation."

"You're so annoying," Yvonne said as she lightly punched my arm and coyly buried her face in my chest.

I stroked her four-month pregnant belly, feeling my heart swell with sweetness.

It was then that Louis offered to take care of me, preparing nutritious meals for me and Yvonne every day.

At first, I was full of gratitude toward him. But gradually, I started to notice something was wrong.

My health was deteriorating—I often had headaches, and my memory was gradually failing.

A fracture shouldn't have caused symptoms like this, and I became suspicious. One day, I took some leftover food to Ava Hill—a friend who was a doctor—for testing.

The results showed that the food contained large amounts of chloramphenicol.

Ava called me into her office. She handed me a form and asked me to sign it in preparation to perform an abortion on Yvonne.

I looked at that form, but I couldn't bring myself to sign it.

That was the daughter Yvonne had been longing for. She had been almost desperate to have a second child. If I told her we had to abort this baby, could she accept it? She would surely have a breakdown, wouldn't she?