Ebby trotted off to the cat's nest, calling, "Kittie, Daddy's here to see you."

Kittie was a stray cat she and Jason had adopted.

Jason called himself Kittie's dad, and Ebby was Kittie's mom.

I had expressed my dissatisfaction with this.

But Jason retorted, "It's just a nickname. Why are you so fussy about it? Look how kind Ebby is, rescuing stray animals. And you're always fixated on these little things."

Jason once gave me a puppy, saying we should raise it as our child.

But the puppy died of an illness.

I was so devastated that I couldn't eat for days, and I never kept another pet after that.

Because I was afraid of the pain of losing someone I loved.

On the day I died, Jason and I had planned to go to the city hall to get our marriage certificate.

But as soon as Ebby called, Jason left without looking back.

"We can get married any day, but Ebby's cat is having a difficult birth today. If we don't help, she might die!"

"You can take a taxi back later."

To Jason, marrying me wasn't as important as saving a stray cat.

At that moment, Ebby walked out of the room with an apologetic look on her face. "Jason, I accidentally broke something a few days ago."

She was holding a large photo frame.

But Jason just glanced at it and said, "It's not important. Just throw it away."

The photo frame contained pictures of Jason and me from our teens to our twenties.

On the day we started dating, Jason said, "These photos capture our journey from our youth to now, when we are in love. We'll add to them every year."

"When we're old, we can sit in rocking chairs, flip through them, and reminisce about the past."

But tonight, he told Ebby that these photos weren't important at all.

The relationship between Jason and me was like that broken photo frame. Deep cracks now blocked all the beauty that once existed.

Ebby said, "Oh? There are so many photos in there. It would be a shame to lose them."

But she kept walking, carrying the photo frame out the door.

"No!" I shouted desperately, floating forward to block her.

But Ebby passed right through me and threw the photo frame into the trash can without a second thought.

With a loud bang, my heart shattered.

That night, I watched Ebby get drunk with Jason and heard him say he didn't want to face me anymore.

But now, I didn't even have the chance to explain.

I know he had always blamed me for Freya's death.