All Chapters of They Partied While I Died Alone: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Early the next morning, my mother walked into my room holding a takeout box. I stared at the box, a bit stunned. I recognized the logo. It was from the restaurant where they celebrated with Jessica last night. My mother casually handed the box to me and said, "I made this for you myself. Eat up." I smelled the entirely unfamiliar scent coming from the bowl. I remembered how, ever since my inner wolf began failing, I threw up everything I ate. So my mother used to prepare different meals for me every day by hand. Hers was the only food I could keep down. Back then, she’d sit by my bed, feeding me spoonful by spoonful, her eyes red, saying she would cook for me for the rest of her life as long as I got better. But now, looking at this cold, leftover porridge they clearly brought back from a restaurant, I couldn't stomach a single bite. My mother didn't notice anything wrong. She just asked, "Did Jessica drop her favorite bracelet in here?" My chest tightened. "No." "How could

It rained heavily on the day of the injection. My parents and Caleb stood outside her room before the sun even came up. My mother brushed her hair, while my father repeatedly confirmed the risks with the healer. Caleb crouched by the bed, placing my ivory pendant around her neck. "Don't be afraid." "We'll all be right outside waiting for you." I stood at the far end of the hallway, watching them quietly. No one noticed I was also in a hospital gown, looking terrifyingly pale. In the early hours of the morning, my wolf had suffered a severe fracture, triggering organ failure. I was rushed into the ER. The healer said the regular ward was no longer suitable and needed my family to sign a critical condition notice. But they couldn't reach them. The nurses had no choice but to let me go look for them myself. I had barely taken a few steps before the tearing agony in my soul made my vision go dark. Every breath felt like a rusty knife slowly twisting inside me. My mother saw m

During the half-month she stayed in the hospital to recover, no one seriously tried to find me. My father had his beta look into it. When he reported that I hadn't been seen at the hospital for a long time, my father immediately assumed I had transferred just to spite them. "She's purposely hiding from us." My father flipped through the rehab schedule, his face cold. "She thinks if she does this, we'll feel guilty for giving up on her." My mother, however, seemed faintly uneasy. "She was being resuscitated when she left. Could she really handle a hospital transfer by herself?" My father didn't answer. Caleb stood by the window, staring silently at our text messages. His last message to me was him demanding to know why I wouldn't just hand over the dress. Jessica quickly grabbed my mother’s hand, her eyes red. "Is she still mad at me?" "If I hadn't taken the serum, she wouldn't be this angry." My mother instantly hid her worry and comforted her gently. "It's not your faul

After the funeral, the packhouse felt like a tomb.The last straw was a bracelet Mom found by accident while cleaning.Jessica had buried it deep at the bottom of her jewelry box. Mom recognized it instantly. It was the exact same bracelet she had torn my hospital room apart looking for—the one Jessica swore she'd lost.Mom held the bracelet like it was burning her skin, her hands shaking uncontrollably. The memory finally hit her—how she had doubted me over this stupid piece of jewelry. How she had even accused me of faking my sickness for attention."Didn't you say... you lost this in Sansa's room?" Mom’s voice was hollow, raspy.Jessica went pale. She lunged to snatch it back, but Caleb grabbed her wrist."I... I just forgot! I didn't mean to..." Jessica burst into tears. Her usual trick."Then what about this?" Caleb pulled out a journal. It was hers. He’d found it by accident. Every page reeked of her hatred for me.The 'lost' bracelet? A setup to make Mom hate me.The torn dre