After My Death, My Family Finally Got Their WishChapter 1
I died in the third year after my parents sent me back to the mountain region. This was to make way for their adopter daughter to marry my fiancé. My parents sent me back to the mountains where they had found me. Overwhelmed with despair, I knelt on the ground and begged them to take me back. But I found their eyes filled with indifference and they scolded me, calling me a selfish and ungrateful girl, insisting that I relinquish my fiancé.
Three years later, at the first birthday party of their adopted daughter’s child, when they called me and received no answer, they turned against me. Believing that I still harbored a grudge and cursing me to die in anger. This time, their wish was fulfilled. Because I am already dead. In a dirty, stinking cow shed.
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I died three years after my parents sent me back to the mountains. My soul wandered and somehow, I returned to a place I knew, my old home.
The house was ablaze with light, each room sparkling under the glow of crystal chandeliers and elegant lamps. The atmosphere was vibrant, with guests arriving in a steady stream, their chatter mingling with the clinking of glasses and the soft strains of background music. The clinking of glasses created a rhythmic symphony, a backdrop to the lively exchange of toasts and well-wishes. I watched a video playing on the large screen in the main room. The people in it looked happy and warm. They were celebrating the first birthday of Abigail's daughter.
Abigail hurried over to her parents with the baby in her arms. Her face looked worried.
“Mom, Dad, haven’t you been able to reach her yet?” she asked.
My mother looked at her phone screen, her face unhappy. “She’s always so dramatic. Just because of a trivial issue, she hasn’t contacted us for three years!”
My brother, Alexander, wore a bored expression, his fists clenched tightly. He chimed in, “Why are you asking about her? Have you forgotten? She made you so depressed that you tried to kill yourself. No one wants her here. She’s just a jinx!”
“Don’t say that,” Abigail interjected. Her face looked sad and she appeared like a gentle and innocent woman. “I think it’s enough. Lily must have realized her mistakes. I guess she doesn’t want to come back because she’s still angry and hates me for taking Oliver from her.”