One day I died in the hospital.

Jocelyn returned to our parents' house three days later, and my family still hadn't been able to contact me.

The hospital called several times during this period. I had only written Rowan's and Houston's phone numbers on the emergency contacts.

Rowan hung up after answering a few times.As for Houston's phone, Jocelyn was the one who answered.

The call from the hospital came through on their first night of marriage.

Houston was in the bathroom showering. Jocelyn picked up the phone and said, 'He's not family, stop calling and harassing my husband.' Then she hung up and turned off the phone.

Houston came out of the bathroom with only a towel on. Water droplets slid down his sculpted muscles and disappeared beneath the edge of the towel, making him look even more attractive.

Houston looked at Jocelyn, who was wearing a black nightgown, and asked who the call was from.

'No one, it's a nuisance call. I have already helped you to block it,' Jocelyn said.

'Houston, honey, you look so handsome.' She blushed and finished the sentence.

Houston felt a rush of heat and his heart beat faster.

Seeing his reaction, Jocelyn clearly sensed his desire. She stepped forward, her curves pressing against him. Her soft, delicate hands reached for his waist, slowly caressing him, feeling the changes in his body.

Houston, looking at the alluring flower before him, couldn't help but react, but suddenly, another person flashed through his mind—Vivian.

He and I said marrying Jocelyn was just compensation. His final destination was still her.

Houston pulled Jocelyn's hand and pulled her away.

Jocelyn was close to success, but Houston pulled her away. She kept cursing me. Dead or not, she still wants to steal a man from her.

'Houston, do you like me?' 'Am I not beautiful?' Jocelyn was already beautiful. This cry was pitiful.

Houston's heart ached for a moment, then he pulled Jocelyn into his arms and comforted her.

Jocelyn saw there was still a play and continued, 'I want to give myself to you before I die.' She touched the man's body teasingly.

Houston listened to Jocelyn's words and was pleased. She teased him and he was close to losing control. They slept together. I feel disgusted. Both are scum and a bitch. They are a perfect match. I don't feel sorry for Houston.

The reason why I liked Houston was simply that there were not many people who were nice to me, and Houston was one of them.

My parents took me back to the city from the countryside because I was going to high school.

At home, Jocelyn believed that I was back to compete for the love of our parents and Rowan, so she either framed me or slandered me. Mom, Dad, and Rowan always favored her and didn't care about me at all. My status at home was even lower than that of the maid. At least the maid had a room, but mine was just a utility room.

Moreover, because of Jocelyn's framing, my parents stopped giving me an allowance. I couldn't even afford to eat at school, so I had to take a part-time job.

At school, I wore the same clothes for years because my family couldn't afford new ones. This made me an easy target for bullies.

Jocelyn also bullied me from time to time. She was one year older than me and had the prestige of a senior, and her identity as the daughter of Prosper Group was known to all.

High school students can be bad guys too. Some classmates helped Jocelyn to bully me. Houston is in the same grade as Jocelyn. He is the president of the student union and can play basketball. Many girls like him.

I had my period when I had a falling out with my parents. I didn't have any pocket money and was always hungry at school. This led to malnutrition and my period was always inaccurate. This was in gym class. I only realised when my classmates pointed at me and said, "Your trousers are stained with blood."

I was so ashamed I ran back to the classroom to get a tampon. On my way, I ran into the bullies who often picked on me to please Jocelyn.

They pulled me down and blocked me in the corner, insulting me.

This was the darkest moment of my life. Houston appeared and gave me warmth. He chased them away and gave me his clothes.

I was happy when I found out that my fiancé was Houston. Who wouldn't want to marry the man of their choice?

But Houston was unhappy when he found out I was his fiancée. He thought his grandmother had forced him into it. But he couldn't resist. Our families had been family friends for generations, his grandma and my grandma were best friends, and the two families had a lot of business dealings.

I'm dating Houston. His friends say I'm just his girlfriend, but I don't care. I love him and I love losing myself.

I felt ridiculous looking at the man and woman in bed. It was a joke.

I don't know why I stayed in this world as a soul. Why I had to watch their naked disgust for me and their happiness? Why not let me go when I die?