The Breaking of Promises Under the Aurora

But I had heard these words countless times after my death when I forced myself to stay conscious and rushed to the wedding.

At that time, I did not know I was already dead.

When I saw the wedding venue’s large screens showing intimate photos of me with a man, I panicked and ran in front of them to explain.

“Chris, that’s not me! Please believe me!”

“Henry, no—I really didn’t do this!”

…

But they could not hear a word I said.

That was when I realized I was nothing more than a powerless soul.

“This is absolutely disgusting! Is she cheating on Mr. Smith?”

“I heard she almost killed her own sister! What an awful person!”

…

Elizabeth took his arm and comforted him gently. “Chris, I think there must be some misunderstanding! Don’t let it affect you!”

But Christopher clenched his fists and, in one swift motion, shattered the screen behind him, thus crushing my face.

Watching his reaction, my heart felt as if someone had squeezed it tightly.

But he then turned around and took Elizabeth’s hand, and publicly announced, “The only woman I want to marry is Elizabeth.”

Everything happened like a slow-motion movie playing out in front of me.

My body felt like it was being tortured, with each stab of pain more unbearable than the last.

My father rushed over to inform them of my disappearance, but he was met with sarcasm from Christopher.

“Disappeared? With the disgusting things she has done, she’s probably too ashamed to show her face!”

My brother also joined in with a scornful yell. “She hurt Liz, and now she has done such shameless things. I refuse to acknowledge such a wicked sister!”

Every word was a clear insult directed at me.

It turned out that they had never trusted me, not even a little.

“You... All of you!” My father trembled with rage and collapsed to the floor.

“Dad!” I ran toward him, panicking desperately, but I slowly lost consciousness.

And I never woke up again.

It was only at that moment that I realized it was not death that shattered me, but the complete lack of trust from those I loved most.

“We’re done here. Let’s go to the hospital to check on Liz!”

My body was placed into a cold storage room, but my soul followed them to the hospital.

Elizabeth rushed over with a bright smile as soon as we entered.

“Chris, I’m pregnant!”

Both of their faces lit up with joy after hearing her words.

Christopher pulled her into his arms with great excitement and said, “Liz, thank you!”

My brother almost cried from happiness. He gently stroked her head. “That is wonderful, Liz. I’m going to be an uncle!”

Their overwhelming joy and laughter filled the room.

I was left standing alone as if I had fallen into an icy hell, the coldness seeped through my body.

It had only been two months, and Elizabeth was already pregnant.

How absurd!

The one who had cruelly taken my life was being cared by both my lover and my brother.

Within just two short months after my death, she was even carrying Christopher’s child.

And what was I to them?

Even when I was alive, I never had their love.

What they gave me was just indifference and impatience.

I was in a car accident and broke my arm, yet my brother chose to be with Elizabeth, who had only caught a minor cold.

When I had a miscarriage and my life was in danger, Christopher was celebrating her birthday with her.

He even hung up on my repeated desperate calls for help.

When I later confronted him, he coldly said, “You didn’t pay attention when you walked. Who else can you blame for your miscarriage?”

That sentence pierced my heart like a steel needle, and the agonizing pain was suffocating me.

I was nothing compared to Elizabeth.

Perhaps he had never really wanted a child with me.

But everything used to be so beautiful.

Why did everything change the moment Elizabeth appeared?

Was all of this God punishing me for saving Elizabeth?