Whenever she looked at me, her face was always filled with disdain, disgust, and coldness. She looked at me as if I were her worst enemy.
As if I had ruined her life.
I clenched my teeth and recalled how foolish I had been in life, wondering how I could have so easily believed her words.
But thinking back to the events of that time, perhaps Janet had every reason to hate me.
After all, I did destroy her bright future...
For a moment, the resentment and hatred in my heart dissipated like air from a balloon pricked with a needle.
I stood there in dejection, only regretting the mistake I made all those years ago.
Looking at my translucent body, I thought blankly.
Using my life to atone, I suppose I no longer owe Janet anything now, right?
Perhaps because the last person I thought of before dying was Janet, I found myself stuck by her side, unable to leave.
Janet spent lavishly; she would casually dine at a high-end restaurant where the average meal cost over a thousand dollars, even ordering live violin music.
The two of them enjoyed a romantic dinner in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, feeding each other tenderly, their affection evident.
Watching them from the side, my heart filled with jealousy, a mix of bitterness and pain.
Three thousand dollars—this was almost half of my monthly salary, and Janet spent it so effortlessly.
Meanwhile, on the rare occasion when I spent a bit over twenty dollars on braised chicken rice, she would mock me sarcastically when I got home.
"Oh, where did Patrick go to indulge himself again?"
"Are you making a fortune now, or have you struck it rich? You're eating out—do you have that much money to throw around?"
"Are we even trying to live? Patrick, if you don't want to be with me, just say it!"
Remembering the past, all I could do was smile bitterly.
It turned out Janet wasn't stingy or mean; she just couldn't stand to see me living well.
Of course, for someone like me who committed such a grave mistake, I deserved to spend a lifetime atoning for it.
"Janet, do you think Patrick managed to retrieve that fake ring? With the way he looked so poor, there's no way he could afford a real diamond ring, right?"
After their meal, I could only trail behind them, watching numbly as Janet, without blinking an eye, booked a room at a five-star hotel.
All of this was money I earned through my blood, sweat, and tears!