BOOK 5–Chapter 1
Five years after my death, my ex–husband suddenly regretted it.
He rushed to my house, pointed at the child who looked exactly like me, and coldly asked, “Who is this child, Eileen? Did you have him with some wild man?”
“If you have the ability to steal, why don’t you have the ability to come out and meet me?”
“Kat one is in the wrong, it is better to die early and find solace in the tranquility of the
grave,”
The daughter cowered in the corner and timidly said, “My mother has already passed away.”
This is the fifth year after my death, and I have been lingering around my daughter Alisha Copeland
because I couldn’t bear to leave her alone.
When Elliott Copeland knocked on the door, Alisha was playing with building blocks.
I heard her whisper, “This is the castle I built for Mom.”
Just as I was moved, Elliott’s voice came through, “Eileen, open the door!”
My sister Amelie Hoover was busy in the kitchen preparing lunch, so I asked Alisha to answer the
door.
Alisha looked at the unfamiliar man at the door and asked, “Who are you looking for?”
* Elliott’s gaze shifted downward, and as he caught sight of Alisha’s face, anger ignited in his eyes
He forcefully pushed the door open and shouted my name inside, “Eileen! Eileen, come out!”
Alisha was scared and hid in the corner of the wall, not daring to make a sound.
Amelie heard something unusual outside and quickly came out of the kitchen.
As soon as she saw that it was Elliott, she started scolding, “You rotten scumbag! What are you here
for? Get out!”
Elliott ignored her disgust and looked around for my figure.
After no results, he asked Amelie, “Where is Eileen?”
“What the hell is it to you?”
Elliott sneered and turned around, pointing at Alisha as he questioned, “Who did Eileen have this child with?”
“We divorced only a few years ago, and the child has grown so much?”
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If you have the ability to steal, why don’t you have the ability to come out and meet me?”
“Knowing that one is in the wrong, It is better to die early and find solace in the tranquility of the grave,”
I have a deep understanding of Elliott’s poisonous mouth.
When we were still a couple, I used to cry every time we had an argument.
It is probably hereditary, Amelie is also like me, she is not good at retorting.
Apart from the phrase “stinky scumbag,” she couldn’t curse anything else.
Elliott, feeling victorious, became even more arrogant and sneered, “Hurry up and let Eileen come
out!”
“You will never see her again in your whole life!” Amelie said with red eyes and a resentful tone.
Elliott furrowed his brow, about to lose his temper.
Alisha’s timid voice came from the corner of the wall, “My mother has already passed away.”
She died five years ago, just one month after she was born.
Back then, she didn’t understand anything and thought Amelie was her mother.
Later, I found out unexpectedly from the neighbor’s mouth that her mother had already passed away, and she cried for several days.
She had also asked Amelie, “Auntie, my mother died, what about my father? Did he also die?”
The child did not understand the true meaning of death, she had simply never seen her father before. She was puzzled and really wanted to meet her father.
She said, “Why does everyone else have a mom and dad, but I only have an aunt?”
Amelie didn’t know how to answer her, so she could only hold her and cry.
I drifted around them and cried along with them.
