Chapter 1

C. Jacobs 401 words

I’ve been dead for three months, yet I haven’t moved on. My soul uncontrollably follows the Weaver family.

I watch daily as the Weaver family of four enjoys their harmonious life.

Evelyn and Albie are about to get married, and the wedding arrangements are all set.

It’s only now that they start thinking about me.

"Is sis still angry? Will she come to my wedding with Alb?"

"If she doesn’t come, I won’t acknowledge her as my daughter anymore."

"Of course, not being raised by us, she’s as ungrateful as ever."

"I said we shouldn’t have brought her back; it’s a mistake that’s been compounded."

My father, mother, and sister speak ill of me.

I see Evelyn with tears in her eyes, yet her lips curl into a faint smile.

She has won. As the true daughter, I am left with nothing—not even my life.

The family takes turns calling me, but my phone has been dead for months and is automatically shut off.

Unable to reach me, they curse me out before ignoring me again.

Even when they occasionally think of me, it’s only to curse it off.

Mom accompanies Evelyn to buy jewelry.

Evelyn is drawn to a set of jewelry displayed in a glass case.

"Mom, look at this beautiful set of jewelry."

I, too, gaze at the set, feeling a sudden sense of disorientation.

At that moment, Mom has already called the store clerk to retrieve the jewelry.

"I’m sorry, but this set is custom-designed."

Evelyn, enamored with the jewelry, repeatedly inquires about the client who ordered the custom piece.

Finally, the clerk checks the records: "The design was provided by Miss Florence, and our company made it."

Evelyn immediately covers her mouth, choked with emotion, "Sister still can’t let go of Alb. Perhaps I should return Alb to her."

Return him to me?

I forced a bitter smile.

Albie and I were childhood sweethearts, once the most envied couple.

But then I was reclaimed by the Weaver family and met Evelyn.

Everyone adored Evelyn.

Even my first love did.

This set of jewelry was indeed designed by me for myself.

Once, I had poured all my love into creating this piece.

I had envisioned wearing it at my wedding, marrying Albie.

But now, this jewelry is something I can no longer touch.

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