When Chloe pushed me off the villa's balcony, my husband was on the other end of the phone, sweetly calling her "baby."
I thought I would die, but I ended up just half-paralyzed.
Still not satisfied, Chloe hired someone to assault me, leaving me covered in wounds before burying me alive in the backyard of the estate.
Three years after my death, Chloe got uremia, and my husband finally remembered me.
He brought a group of bodyguards to the private estate, trying to catch me, looking everywhere but unable to find me. He thought I was hiding.
"If you agree to donate a kidney to Chloe, I'll let you come back home."
In the end, he dug three feet into the ground, only to uncover my bones.
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Grayson stormed into the villa on the private estate, his brows furrowed tightly.
The private estate was managed by Grayson's informants, but no one was allowed into the villa.
It was only used to imprison me, the "wrongdoer" wife.
But I had been dead for three years.
No one had lived here for three years either.
Looking around, weeds had grown all over outside the villa door.
Grayson frowned coldly. "Mila is lazy. These weeds have grown so tall, and she hasn't bothered to clean them up.
"Compared to Chloe, she's really like night and day!"
Grayson snorted in disgust and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to cover his nose and mouth.
Who knows what smell bothered him.
"Mila, are you addicted to living alone? Get out here already!"
He looked superior, his gaze full of disgust.
It was as if lowering himself to come here was a rare favor.
But no matter how many times he called, there was no response inside.
Grayson was getting impatient.
He indifferently instructed the bodyguards behind him, "Go over there and break down the door!"
With a loud crash, the bodyguards broke down the door and rushed in to grab someone.
But within five minutes, they ran out looking confused.
"Mr. Allen, Mrs. Allen is not inside."
Grayson's brows furrowed, his expression heavy.
Refusing to believe it, he searched inside and found no trace of anyone, so he pulled out his phone to call me.
We hadn't spoken in three years, and he frowned. Thinking for a long time, he was unable to remember my phone number.
Finally, he opened the contact labeled "Bitch" and dialed the number.
Floating beside him, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Grayson hated me to the core.
Three years ago, his precious Chloe had a miscarriage, and she pinned the blame on me.
Grayson saw me as a heartless, evil woman and imprisoned me in this deserted private estate.
He made me reflect on my "sins."
I was locked up for three years, and during that time, he never thought of me.
Now, making this call felt awkward to him.
But the phone didn't even ring once; it just went straight to voicemail, saying the number was disconnected.
Grayson cursed angrily, "Good one, Mila. Are you hiding on purpose, huh? Do you think I can't find you?
"Go ahead, keep hiding. Let's see how long you can keep it up!"
Suddenly, exaggerated laughter came from a corner behind him.
Grayson angrily turned around and saw a drunken bum sitting by the wall in the weeds.
The man's clothes were ragged and torn, and he held a broken bottle, looking drunkenly at Grayson.
"Stop shouting. The person inside has been dead for a long time."
The drunk laughed again, a sad laugh, so pitiful it was hard to tell if he was laughing or crying.
"Where did this deadbeat come from?"
One of the sharp-eyed bodyguards stepped forward and kicked the drunk over.
"Daring to get drunk in front of Mr. Allen? Do you even know that this whole estate belongs to the Allens? Better get lost before Mr. Allen loses his temper!"
But after being kicked, the drunk didn't seem to feel any pain. He lay on the ground, still laughing hysterically.
"She's dead. Died a horrible death.
"She was pushed off the building, crippled from the fall, blood everywhere.
"And... she was so beautiful, but those animals ruined her and then buried her alive."
Chapter 2Grayson furrowed his brows tightly, looking at the drunkard before him with clear disdain.
"Who are you? Where's Mila?"
The drunkard continued to laugh and cry at the same time.
His bottle was kicked over, spilling the clear liquid everywhere, some even splashing onto his face.
For a moment, it was hard to tell if the liquid on his face was alcohol or tears.
The drunkard, still completely wasted, suddenly lunged forward and hugged Grayson's leg.
"She was a good person.
"If it wasn't for her giving me a meal back then, I would've starved to death... It's a shame she's gone."
Grayson's face remained cold as he kicked him far away.
The man landed right on a small mound of dirt.
The drunk sobered up instantly, frantically fixing the mound while muttering apologies with a face full of guilt.
"Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Grayson looked confused and asked him what that was.
The drunkard gave a smile. "It's her grave."
Grayson shot a cold glance over and sure enough, saw a crude plaque with crookedly carved words.
"Mila Nelson's Grave."
The drunkard carefully propped the crooked tombstone back up like it was a treasure, repeatedly muttering apologies.
"Delusional."
Grayson shoved the drunkard away coldly, let out a sneer, and kicked the tombstone in half.
"Three years and Mila's still full of tricks. She even staged this dramatic sob story."
He not only broke the tombstone, but also ordered his bodyguards to grab shovels and flatten the small mound.
"I'd like to see how long Mila can keep up this act!"
The drunkard, seeing the tombstone he had painstakingly set up get destroyed again, screamed in panic.
"I told you she's dead! Why won't you leave her alone?"
"Ms. Nelson was such a good person, how could she suffer like this..."
Grayson looked at him with disgust but didn't bother responding anymore.
He spoke coldly, "Mila, I know you can hear me.
"I order you to come out within three days and obediently donate your kidney to Chloe. If you do, I'll end your punishment and let you return home.
"Otherwise, if you keep playing games and hiding, you'll never see your son again for the rest of your life!"
After finishing his statement, Grayson turned decisively and left.
Before leaving, he ordered his bodyguards to cripple the drunkard's leg.
"You beggar, this is the price for crossing Mr. Allen!"
I hovered nearby, wanting to cry but unable to shed any tears.
My son, Jayden, I haven't seen him in three years.
Grayson knows my son is my weakness, so he's using him to threaten me. If I were still alive, I'd have rushed out without hesitation.
But I'm already dead.
After Grayson and his men left, the isolated villa returned to its usual desolate and lonely state.
By the flattened mound, only the drunkard's sorrowful sobs remained.
He was weeping for my grave.
Seeing his leg beaten and covered in blood, my heart ached.
Not many people knew I had died these past three years.
But the drunkard was the only one who never left me after my death.
He had once been severely injured for stealing, and I had found a doctor for him and given him a few meals.
So he saw me as his savior and refused to leave, guarding the villa's entrance for me.
Even on the day Chloe snuck into the villa to see me and pushed me off the terrace.
He had been standing right outside, watching helplessly as I fell.
Falling from the fifth floor should have killed me for sure.
But I didn't die; I was only left half-paralyzed.
The drunkard went crazy, rushing to find a doctor to save me.
But in that short time, Chloe saw that I wasn't dead and hired a few homeless men to assault me in turns.
Afterward, they threw my battered body in the villa's backyard and buried me alive.
"As long as you're alive, you'll always be a threat between Grayson and me.
"Once you're dead, I can finally become Mrs. Allen.
"When you're dead, don't blame me for being ruthless. Blame your bad luck for becoming my obstacle!"
Chloe's vicious smile was still frozen in that moment.
Maybe my resentment was too strong. Even after death, I didn't reincarnate but remained trapped here, unable to leave.
I didn't do anything wrong, yet I was framed like this.
When I was being buried alive, there was only one thought in my mind.
Let me see my son one more time.
Without me around, how would Chloe torment him?
Chapter 3Three days later, Grayson came to the villa again.
As fragile as ever, Chloe followed closely behind him, along with a small boy in a suit.
It's my son, Jayden Allen!
I immediately rushed over in excitement!
But before I could even reach Jayden, Grayson suddenly grabbed his neck, choking him tightly.
"Mila, I'm giving you one last chance. The three days are up. If you don't show yourself, don't blame me for killing your son with my own hands!"
Grayson was truly heartbroken for his childhood sweetheart.
He was willing to go as far as threatening me with his own son's life just to make me donate my kidney to her.
He even brought a private medical team, ready to perform the surgery on the spot to take my kidney.
"Mila, you can survive with one less kidney, but Chloe's kidney failure can't wait.
"I'm giving you five more seconds to think about it. Five, four, three..."
Jayden's small face was turning purple from being choked.
He tried hard to break free from his father's grip but couldn't move, only fixing his determined gaze toward the villa.
"Mom, don't come out. You don't have to worry about me.
"You already gave a kidney to Dad before. If you lose another, you'll die!"
Jayden shouted the words, gasping for breath.
Grayson's hand on Jayden's neck paused, and he suddenly looked down.
"What did you just say?
"How could your mom have given me her kidney? When I had leukemia back then, it was clearly Chloe who gave me hers."
Jayden's gaze was firm as he seriously looked down on Grayson.
"Dad, you're dumb. You've been fooled by that woman again.
"Can't you see? Chloe just wants to replace my mom. That's why she's lying all the time!
"My mom didn't push her at all. She lost the baby because she insisted on going to the gym against advice, and she blamed my mom! My mom is innocent!"
Hearing these words, my face was already covered in tears.
It turned out that my six-year-old son trusted me more than my husband of eight years.
Ever since Chloe came back from abroad five years ago, our peaceful life had been shattered.
On the day of my son's first birthday, I was overjoyed waiting for Grayson to come home to celebrate.
But he didn't return even by 10 PM.
I went downstairs with my child to look for him, only to find him and Chloe in a tight embrace.
"Would you come back to me? If you want, I can leave my wife and child for you."
Chloe giggled and replied that she hadn't decided yet.
She also demanded that Grayson no longer share a bed with me.
Grayson lovingly kissed her forehead. Sure enough, when he returned, he became obedient.
For the next two years, he never touched me again.
Even if he had any desire, he would just get up and take a cold shower.
Until later, Chloe got pregnant.
Grayson was overjoyed and barely came home anymore.
His laptop, aside from work-related matters, was filled with meticulous lists of preparations for the delivery.
One list was for Chloe, and the other was for the unborn child.
Bitterness filled my heart. When I gave birth to Jayden, he had never been this attentive.
That night, I argued with him.
Grayson coldly looked at me, not even interested in arguing.
"Can you stop being unreasonable?
"Chloe is all alone in the country with no one to look after her. We grew up together. Can't I take care of her a little more?
"You had so many nannies with you from pregnancy to childbirth. What do you have to complain about?"
He snatched his coat from my hands and left decisively.
He didn't even turn around when our son cried out loudly.
At that moment, my heart was filled with despair. I realized that when a man stops loving you, he can be heartless.
But later, Chloe went to the gym and fooled around with her trainer while pregnant.
This caused complications with the baby, and she ended up losing it.
She cried in front of Grayson, claiming that I had pushed her and caused the miscarriage on purpose.
That night, Grayson slapped me multiple times in a fit of rage. He didn't listen to my explanation and had his bodyguards send me to the private villa for solitary confinement.
Less than two months later, I was killed by Chloe.
Grayson had no idea about any of this.
He didn't want to believe it either.
Chapter 4Jayden stood by my side, but that only angered Grayson.
Grayson slapped him hard. Jayden was only six years old, how could he withstand it?
That slap knocked him down right in front of my grave.
Grayson's eyes were full of coldness.
"Jayden, how did I teach you? That's Chloe. Who taught you to open your mouth and speak like that?
"You're just like your mom, always so annoying."
With that, Grayson turned around and gently comforted Chloe, who had started crying, playing the weakling after Jayden pointed at her.
"Chloe, I promised to protect you. No one can bully you.
"Not even my own son."
Grayson turned and kicked his son again, frowning.
"Jayden, kneel and apologize to Chloe."
Chloe pretended to be kind-hearted.
"Grayson, Jayden is still so young. Don't be so harsh on him.
"He must not like me because I did something wrong to upset him. It's not Jayden's fault..."
Chloe's voice became even softer.
The colder Grayson's gaze became as he looked at Jayden.
Seeing that Jayden hadn't moved, Grayson kicked him hard again.
"Are you deaf?
"Apologize to Chloe!"
Grayson truly doted on Chloe, guarding her like his lifeline.
Chloe had been diagnosed with kidney failure, and a metaphysical master claimed it was karma for all the bad deeds she had done.
Grayson flew into a rage on the spot and beat the man until he was disabled.
Now, just because my son had shown disrespect to that woman, he was being forced to kneel and apologize.
Jayden was just as stubborn as I was.
His eyes were red, and he clenched his little fists.
"I won't! She's the one who killed my mom!"
Chloe looked up, stunned, her expression changing dramatically.
Grayson's body froze.
He slowly turned to look at Jayden. "What did you say?"