As I hesitated, Annie and Lilian pointed at me at the funeral, blaming me for insisting on eating strawberries and causing Logan's death.
I felt deeply guilty and promised to repay Logan's debts, vowing to honor him in my heart.
So I sold off my pre-marital property to repay a portion of the debts. However, Annie was diagnosed with kidney failure and needed a transplant to survive.
Two:
By chance, I was a suitable donor, so I found myself on the operating table, donating a kidney with a sense of atonement.
In the following years, I lived as if in a nightmare. The pressure of the debts left me breathless, and Annie and Lilian didn't work, relying on me for support and often resorting to verbal and physical abuse.
If I didn't comply with their demands, they would cry and say, "You killed Logan, and now you want to kill us too?"
This went on for over a decade, and I had almost cleared the debts when I reached the end of my life.
I didn't fear death; instead, I smiled, knowing that at least in the afterlife, I could face Logan without any regrets.
But I didn't die. Instead, I saw Logan entering the house with a beautiful woman, holding hands with a child who looked about ten years old.
As soon as the woman saw me struggling to breathe, she frowned at Logan and said, "You said she was dying. Why hasn't she died yet and asked me to come back? This is jinx!"
Impatiently, Logan looked at me, then turned to Annie and Lilian, and asked, "What's going on?"
Annie sneered, "She probably feels proud. I specifically called you back to let her know how foolish she has been all these years. It's so much fun to torment someone with a guilty conscience."
I tried to move my parched lips, but I couldn't say anything. I felt a surge of blood and air, and then I fell into endless darkness.
……
After collecting my thoughts, I smiled at Logan, "Yes, take care on the road. I'll be waiting for you at home."
After bidding farewell to Logan, I immediately went downstairs and bought a lottery ticket at a nearby store for the next week's draw.
The winning numbers on this ticket were quite coincidental. They matched the date of my wedding anniversary with Logan. I remembered it clearly because it was when I first found out about the debt, and the lottery results were being broadcasted on TV.
Perhaps everything is predestined!