Ost Drama Full House Novels & Stories

Dusk settled in as the sun dipped below the horizon. Dad and Daniel returned home carrying a bucket of fish. The moment Great-Uncle Harold saw Daniel, the smile vanished from his face, replaced by a grave expression. Daniel thought Great-Uncle Harold had seen the news online and was doubting him. His expression grew awkward. Even during dinner, Great-Uncle Harold’s furrowed brow never relaxed. He hesitated several times, as if wanting to speak, and finally couldn’t hold back anymore.

Once a heart is truly broken, it doesn't matter what the other person does. Nothing changes. The dead don't come back. And a dead heart? Even less so. "Asher, go back. If Mom needs care, I'll cover half the cost for a care worker." Claire said it flat. No emotion. Just duty. Half was all she owed. Who paid the rest—Asher or Janet—she didn't care. "Half?" Asher blew up. "Do you know what care workers cost now? I've got a family. A mortgage. Car payments. Where am I supposed to get that kind of cash? Mom gave everything to Dad. Shouldn't he cough some of it back up?"

The phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a heavy thud. By the time Nancy arrived, her face was streaked with tears. On the way there, Calvin had cried so hard he even triggered an asthma attack. "Where is my husband? Where is he?!" she screamed, completely out of control. The insurance staff could only try to comfort Calvin as they attempted to calm her down. "Mrs. Lawson, please take care of yourself. We are very sorry. Mr. Lawson's yacht was involved in an accident. We've already arranged for professionals to carry out recovery operations, but it's been difficult. There was also a sudden storm, so—"

Every dollar they had, including the worn-down little house they lived in, had been swallowed by that bottomless pit. That was why he'd contacted Chloe and filled her head with stories about buying a house and cutting ties with me. He'd intended to use the money from the house to pay his gambling debts. In my previous life, I hadn't known what happened after my death. Perhaps his plan had succeeded. I was considering what evidence I could use to report him when I pushed open the hospital-room door. Chloe lay on the bed with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, or perhaps at somewhere beyond it.

John was furious, cursing me viciously. [You only have your privilege to thank. You're just lucky to be born with good parents. What makes you think you can act all high and mighty?] [I stole your woman and took your house. Doesn't that bother you?] I responded slowly. [I'm not like you. You had a winning hand and managed to mess it up completely. Me? I might not play it perfectly, but I didn't blow it.] Then, I muted his number. Half a year later, my lawyer contacted me with news about a breakthrough in the divorce case.