When My Blind Ex Returned with a Fortune for Vengeance, I Was Already Gone
The Third Year After My Death
Three years after my death, my blind ex–boyfriend returned from abroad.
He brought back the luxury car and million–dollar engagement ring I had once dreamed of.
But he said he never loved me.
He just wanted to see the regret on my face, thinking I was a gold digger.
What he didn’t know was that the corneas he received three years ago were my final gift to him after I died from breast cancer.
I saw James Foster again three years after my death.
His limited edition Bentley was parked in front of my old, rundown apartment, nearly blocking the entire street. He stepped out of the car in an expensive suit, his eyes filled with arrogance as he looked down on my younger sister, who was still in college.
“Where’s Lily Adams? Tell her to come out and see me,” he demanded.
When he mentioned my name, a clear hatred flashed in James’s eyes.
My sister, feeling indignant on my behalf, angrily replied, “Why are you back? My sister is already dead…”
As he was an ex–boyfriend, she had expected James to be saddened by the news of my death. But James just let out a cold laugh.
“That gold digger, is she regretting abandoning me and faking her death to trick me?”
With that, James snapped his fingers, and a group of men in black suits swarmed into our cramped yard. Each of them carried a briefcase, which they opened in unison, revealing stacks of crisp bills. A rough estimate put it at about ten million dollars.
Neighbors gathered at our door to watch the spectacle, murmuring in astonishment.
“Back then, Lily rejected me because I couldn’t afford an engagement ring, and she cruelly abandoned me when I went blind. Now that my eyesight is restored, let her come out and see if she’s worthy of this ten–million–dollar ring!” James declared, arms crossed and chin held high as he stared at my sister. He continued, “Tell Lily, I will never forgive her for what she did, unless…”
James’s threat was obvious.
“She kneels down and begs me.”
The onlookers began to whisper among themselves.
“Ten million dollars for an engagement ring? That’s insane! She always seemed like such a nice girl, who would have thought…”
“Come to think of it, we haven’t seen that girl in about three years. Did she run off with some rich guy?”
These hurtful comments reached my ears, and I saw my sister’s expression darken.
“I told you, my sister is dead. Now get out of here, I don’t want to see you,” she snapped.
When I died, my family had spent almost all their money on my treatment. To leave something for my sister’s education, my funeral had been a simple affair. So most people didn’t know about my death.
It was understandable that James didn’t believe it. I had said some hurtful things to leave him, but I loved him. I would rather have the man I loved hate me than spend his life in sorrow!
Clearly, James enjoyed seeing me subjected to public criticism. After hearing those comments, he left, satisfied.
The commotion quickly died down.
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12:21 PM
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I was relieved…
If James had walked in a bit further, he would have seen the memorial tablet my sister had set up for me.
My sister was still shaking with anger over those nasty comments. After everyone left, she went back inside, muttering to herself.
“Sis, was this man really worth it?”
