Chapter 2 Bound to the Woman Who Broke My Heart

All of a sudden, I couldn't remember why I had died. All I could do was watch Tracy, still wearing her wedding dress, lying beside Caleb.

They were both drunk, their breaths mingling as they lay close together.

"You're pregnant. You shouldn't drink so much," he said softly, his eyes filled with regret as he carefully touched Tracy's flat stomach. "Sometimes, I really regret my decision back then. If I hadn't lost you back then, would I be the father of this child today?"

Hearing his words, Tracy stared blankly at him.

Then, a tear suddenly fell into Caleb's palm.

He buried his face against her chest, holding her hand affectionately.

She froze for a moment, then smiled and gently touched his face. She placed her fingers against his temple and pressed firmly, slowly massaging from his temple to the area behind his ear.

Seeing how tenderly affectionate they were, I felt a dull heartache.

For a moment, I was lost in a memory. When Tracy and I first got married, we shared moments like this too.

Back then, Tracy had just graduated from university. Her parents looked down on Caleb because he came from a poor family and forced them to break up. Although Tracy refused to accept it, Caleb was the one who ended their relationship.

He walked straight through airport security without looking back, leaving Tracy crying behind him, almost fainting from grief.

As if that weren't enough, Tracy's grandmother, who had raised her, died in an accident.

At that time, I knelt beside Tracy at her grandmother's hospital bed and solemnly promised the old woman that I would take good care of Tracy and never let her down.

For the next six months, she lived in darkness. I was the one who stayed by her side and helped her through every painful day. Six months later, she finally smiled at me for the first time.

During that period, I was also busy with my research. But whenever Tracy got drunk, I would put everything aside, make her some hot soup, and stay up all night to care for her.

After Tracy recovered from her grief, our relationship became somewhat loving. Even that little bit of affection was enough to overwhelm me with happiness.

Later on, Tracy took over her family's business. Surrounded by endless schemes and power struggles, she transformed from a young lady into a strong businesswoman. At the same time, she rarely smiled anymore.

She didn't smile again until Caleb returned.

I snapped out of my memories and looked at them as they embraced each other.

Suddenly, I felt that I should leave. After all, I was already dead. There was no reason to torture myself by watching them act like lovers. They would hug, kiss, and perhaps even...

Just thinking about it made my chest tighten. I took one last look at Tracy before drifting toward the door.

However, the moment I passed through it, a tearing pain surged from deep within my soul. I writhed in agony and instinctively crawled back toward Tracy.

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The moment I returned to the room, the pain stopped. I stared at Tracy in confusion, then turned and tried to leave again. Then, the pain returned.

After several attempts, I finally understood that I couldn't leave this room. Or rather, I couldn't leave Tracy.

I stared blankly at the two people sleeping on the bed. They hadn't done anything inappropriate. They were simply holding each other, yet even that single embrace was enough to drive me to the brink of collapse.