He Got a New Mercedes, I Got Forgotten by My Family Chapter 06

“Didn’t you always want to travel abroad? I’ll pay for everything. I’ll send you wherever you want to

“No, that’s not right. I’ll go with you. Please, let me go with you…”

Then she slammed her head against my headstone.

The officers rushed to pull her away, but not before blood streamed down her forehead and splattered across my photograph.

Under the sunlight, the blood looked painfully bright, reminding me of the day we’d gotten

married.

Back then, when my wife took the wedding ring from me, the sunlight streaming through the window had fallen across my face in much the same way.

If only her apology had come sooner.

Maybe then I would’ve had the chance to experience what it felt like to be loved in this life.

But it was too late now. I was already dead, and whatever remained of my heart had died with me.

No matter what they said, I could never forgive them.

But I didn’t hate Vivian.

I just couldn’t make peace with all the pain I’d endured over the years. And I could never accept that my own wife had stood by and let me die on an operating table.

After the commotion, the police took my wife and Theo away. My parents were also taken in for questioning.

The nurse who’d reported my wife walked over to my grave and stood there quietly for a while.

Before leaving, she whispered, “I was brave this time. Everyone who hurt you has been taken away. I’m sure the law will see that justice is done.”

Perhaps, as a young nurse, she’d developed a deep sense of compassion for every patient. She seemed to believe that whenever a patient died, it meant she’d somehow failed to do enough.

Watching her, I was reminded of myself when I’d first entered the workforce, back when I used to blame myself for everything that went wrong,

I gently patted her shoulder.

“It’s not your fault, Sarah. Look ahead and keep going.”

But I was only a spirit. She couldn’t feel my touch or hear my words.

Two weeks later, the court handed down its verdict.

Theo was sentenced to death.

My wife was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. She’d also lost heright to

ever practice medicine again.

Perhaps now that the truth about my death had finally come to light, my spirit was free at last. I could go wherever I wanted without being trapped beside my wife anymore.

During his final days, Theo lived in constant terror of his impending execution. Whenever the

officers brought him food, he’d knock the tray to the floor rather than eat.

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In just one week, he’d lost so much weight.

In the past, my parents and wife would’ve been heartbroken to see him in such a state. But now, no

one was willing to visit him.

On the day of his execution, I quietly hovered above him, watching.

The moment he died, his spirit rose from his body, just as mine had. He looked at me in terror.

“Elliot, I’m sorry! I know I was wrong!”

“Please don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!”

I smiled faintly.

“But you’re already dead, aren’t you?”

He looked down at his own lifeless body and let out a terrified scream before his spirit vanished into

nothingness.

Unfortunately for him, only another spirit like me could hear it.

Watching the man who’d killed me disappear without a chance at another life finally gave me some

satisfaction.

My wife, meanwhile, was left to endure the torment of knowing she’d failed me as a wife.

In prison, she’d swing between crying, laughing, running around, and flying into violent rages

sometimes she’d attack other people. Other times, she’d even hurt herself. It often took two or

three officers to restrain her.

Eventually, the authorities had no choice but to bring in psychiatrists from a psychiatric hospital.

She was diagnosed with a severe mental illness brought on by psychological trauma and transferred to a psychiatric facility for treatment.

As her condition worsened, she began telling everyone she met the same story.

“My husband is Elliot Shaw. He went to one of the best universities in the world and is studying

abroad right now.”