They Granted Her 100 Wishes And Forgot I Was Dying Too Chapter 02

My heart sank at the sight of the countdown.

As another traveler in this world, I knew what the countdown meant: my bond with its people was weakening fast, and all the love that had once been mine was being taken away.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

Through the pouring rain, I inched my way back to the home the five of us once shared, enduring the pain in my broken left hand.

I barely got through the door before everything went black and I fell.

I had no idea how long I’d been unconscious when someone shoved me hard.

I struggled to open my eyes. Ryan stood beside me, arms crossed, impatience written across his face.

“You’re awake. Now get out. You’re a stranger, so you can’t live here anymore!”

I braced against the wall and tried to get up, but the fever made me so dizzy I nearly fell several times.

“Where am I supposed to go?”

“That’s your problem. Don’t ask me.”

Ryan looked away and tossed my suitcase in front of me.

I’d grown up in foster care with no home or family. Years of loneliness had left me terrified of being alone.

I’d bought the house outright and put all five of our names on the deed because I wanted us to be a family for life, with a home we could always return to.

Now they were throwing me out.

Sophie came out of the study and tossed a stack of papers at me.

“Maya, don’t blame us for being harsh.”

“Molly’s ninety-ninth wish is to have this house all to herself.”

“We all signed unconditional transfers of our shares. The paperwork’s done. This house belongs to Molly now.”

I shook all over and protested instinctively. “I own part of this house, too. I never agreed to this!”

Evan returned with the iced tea he’d bought for Molly and answered in an indifferent voice.

“I signed your transfer for you.”

My head snapped up.

We’d been together for years. Once, in an intimate moment under a lamp, we’d guided each other’s hands, teaching each other to write our names.

Our private little secret had become a blade driven into my heart.

“I’m not leaving.”

I gritted my teeth. “I bought this house. It’s my home. If anyone leaves, it’s you.”

“Why do you have to be so unreasonable?”

Sophie frowned. “Molly has two days left. What’s wrong with her wanting a home of her own? How can you live with yourself, refusing to let her have it?”

The four of them surrounded me and dragged me toward the door.

I fought back, but every tug sent pain through my injured wrist. I couldn’t pull free.

A keepsake fell from the shelf and shattered.

It was the trophy from the first award our startup won. I’d spent two straight weeks working through the night, revising our proposal more than a hundred times.

Only when it shattered did I realize they’d already erased my name.

I looked up. They’d replaced the photos on the wall, too.

The wall used to be covered with photos of the five of us. Now every picture showed Molly with the others. All trace of me was gone, as though I’d never existed.

They shoved me outside and slammed the front door.

I landed on the ground with a metallic taste rising in my throat.

I looked down and spat a mouthful of blood onto the cold ground.

The familiar heat returned to my palm.

The number changed to [2].