Her tears were poignant, grieving my unjust fate.
This man never bothered to inquire about my condition. His heart belonged only to Sylvia. He assumed I couldn’t let go and sent Sloane to stir up trouble.
Benjamin’s expression turned furious. He muttered “crazy” at Sloane and walked away with Sylvia.
Throughout it all, his supposedly kind-hearted first love remained silent, not uttering a single word.
I followed Benjamin home and watched as he lavished attention on Sylvia.
On their table lay a large bouquet of roses, now wilted. Sylvia looked at them with a hint of disappointment and said to Benjamin, “These were the first flowers you gave me, but they’ve already faded.”
Benjamin smiled warmly and replied, “They were meant to celebrate your safe discharge from the hospital. If you like them, I’ll bring you flowers every day.”
Sylvia blushed and said, “Wouldn’t that be too much? What if Mirabelle gets jealous?”
My throat tightened.
The day Sylvia was discharged was the same day I passed away.
On that very day, he presented Sylvia with such a passionate bouquet of roses to celebrate her safe return.
Even now, as a spirit, why do I still feel this pain?
Oh, Benjamin! Do you realize that while you were celebrating another woman, your wife lay in a cold, empty home, no longer breathing?
You didn’t spare a single moment for me.
You don’t deserve the title of husband!
He tenderly and patiently massaged Sylvia’s shoulders, then meticulously prepared lunch in the kitchen. When he was home, he scorned such tasks.
In Benjamin’s view, how could a man choose to do housework?
No matter how late I worked, there was always an endless list of chores awaiting me at home. Yet Benjamin, who returned early, lazily lounged on the sofa playing games, even ignoring his crying son. He would brazenly declare, “I’m out there earning money to support the family. Why should I come home to cook and do laundry? What’s your role?”
I used to think he was just tired and that’s why he complained to me.
Looking back now, his lack of love for me was glaringly obvious.
I was just too foolish to see it.