I fell from an unfinished building with my wife's childhood neighbor, Bruce Linton.

My wife Molly Valentine completely ignored me, crying and begging the doctor to save Bruce first.

My wife said that I was usually strong and could wait for another doctor.

But she didn't know that after I fell, a steel bar pierced my body and I died in the cold hospital without timely treatment.

I thought Molly couldn't wait to be with Bruce after she knew I was dead.

Later, when she saw my body in the morgue, she fell to her knees in a frenzy begging me to come back...

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It was the 7th day after my death.

I watched my wife, in the room of her childhood neighbor and company partner, Bruce, carefully feeding him soup.

Bruce choked, and Molly wiped his mouth with tenderness.

"Bruce, don't be in a hurry. Drink slowly."

"Thank you for taking care of me, Molly."

Bruce's big hand caressed Molly's hand, his eyes filled with tenderness.

My soul stood beside Molly. Watching her being sweet with this so-called partner disregard my life, I felt a rush of blood welled up in my chest and I couldn't help but tremble with anger.

"It's all Justin's fault that he wanted to inspect that building, causing you to fall from the third floor and take seven days to recover!" Molly said angrily.

"Bruce, I will give you an explanation. When Justin comes back, I will make him apologize to you."

Molly's words made me feel extremely sarcastic.

It was Bruce who insisted on taking me and her to inspect the unfinished building, saying that we could make a fortune by taking over it.

Between Bruce and me, Molly had always trusted her partner only. No matter how I explained, I was small-minded and jealous of Bruce.

"Molly, please don't blame Justin when he comes back. It's all my fault. After I fell, Justin came and pulled me up. Don't let your relationship be strained because of my mistake. I don't want to see you in a difficult situation."

Bruce's voice was gentle. As soon as he frowned, Molly immediately became nervous and asked about his feelings.

That day, it was the same. After both Bruce and me fell down the stairs, Molly cried and begged the doctor to save Bruce first. As for me, she just glanced at me casually.

I remember she said, "Justin, you are physically stronger than Bruce. Wait for the other doctors."

I really wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. I wondered if Molly would still let me wait for other doctors if she saw the steel bar already inserted into my back, injuring my lungs.

Molly and Bruce grew up as neighbors and later ran a construction company together.

Molly and I fell in love when we were in college and got married. But everyone knew that she was closer to Bruce, who had grown up with her since childhood.

Because of this, I expressed my dissatisfaction many times as if I were the hidden mistress, but Molly never explained. She would only say that I was overthinking.

She also said that she had always treated Bruce as a brother. If I insisted on thinking of them in that way, then she couldn't do anything about it.

Because of Bruce, we had countless arguments.

"Bruce, we have known each other since we were young. I know your character and trust you, so I will never let you suffer and I won't allow Justin to harm you."

"Justin has been suspicious and very narrow-minded recently. He always doubts the relationship between us. I've had enough of him. He doesn't act like a man at all. If we want to be together, will it have been his turn to show up?"

Molly impatiently said, "Bruce, I don't understand why Justin is so immature. If he is half as stable as you are, I will be grateful."

"Molly, that's just how Justin is. Even when I talk to you about work, he warns me not to get too close to you. Sigh! Although this is a sign that he cares about you, he really doesn't trust you."

Bruce often spoke ill of me in front of Molly.

What was hateful was that Molly couldn't see that he was trying to sow discord between us, just as she couldn't see that I was already in critical condition at that time.

At that time, I grabbed Bruce who was sliding down rapidly, but he dragged me down and a small piece of steel bar pierced into my body.

When I was taken to the hospital, I didn't even have the strength to speak.

At that moment, I wished Molly would turn around and look at me.

But she didn't. Instead, she cried and shouted for the doctor to save Bruce, leaving me in the cold hospital with blood flowing all over the floor.

No one cared about me. A nurse urgently looked for my family, but Molly had already left with the ambulance that transferred Bruce to another hospital.

I didn't wait for her to look back until I died.

God said that I had an obsession, so I couldn't go to heaven.

I didn't know how much longer I had to watch Molly and Bruce in tenderness.

During these seven days, Molly had been taking care of Bruce closely, never realizing that she had a husband waiting for her to bring him home in the cold morgue.

When she once again coaxed Bruce to sleep, she walked out of Bruce's bedroom, took out her phone with a cold face, and sent me a message.

In the past, I always replied to all her messages in seconds, but this time, she waited for a long time without getting my reply.

I couldn't help but feel ironic as I watched her furiously voice me.

Molly had no idea how a dead person could respond to her.

Seeing that I hadn't answered the voice message for a long time, Molly's face became gloomy, and then she sent me a text message.

"Justin, don't make trouble out of nothing! Bruce didn't hold you accountable even though he fell from the building because of you. Don't take advantage of the situation. Come over and apologize to him properly, otherwise we will break up!"

Molly angrily tapped on her phone, her expression full of disgust and impatience.

I really wanted to laugh. For so many years, Bruce had always been high up in her heart, always a gentleman. No matter how well I treated her, I was always a small-minded and unreasonable person.

I had nothing that could compare to her good neighbor.

But Molly was not like this before. When she was in college, her adoptive parents only gave her a small amount of living expenses. It was I worked three jobs a day to support her.

I ate instant noodles for three months and saved money to buy her favorite brand-name bag for her on her birthday.

Her adoptive parents asked her to pay back the 500,000 dollars it cost to raise her for twenty years, otherwise they would ruin her good job and expose her on the internet for not supporting her parents.

It was I who took out all my savings and sold the house that my parents prepared for me at a low price to help her get rid of her adoptive parents.

At that time she told everyone that I was her salvation, that I was a light in her life, and that she was willing to do anything for me, the light, even if it cost her life.

But now, I was just a stumbling block in her career, a burden to her.

I accompanied her on this inspection of the unfinished building. I knew that those unfinished buildings didn't have doors and windows.

My worries were worthless in her eyes, and in the end, it turned into me insisting on bringing her and Bruce to inspect this unfinished building, ultimately causing Bruce to fall and get injured.

When I heard Molly wanted me to go back immediately to apologize to Bruce, I felt a chill run through my body. If she received the news that her useless husband had died at this moment, I was afraid she would probably be happy and celebrate.

After all, with me dead, there would no longer be anyone to stand in the way of her and Bruce, and they could be together openly and honestly.

Even if she didn't get a reply from me, Molly didn't worry about my safety at all. Instead, she settled down at Bruce's house without any guilt. It was obvious that she didn't care about my death at all.

Right now, she was probably only worried that there was no one to take care of Bruce and it would affect his recovery.

At first, Bruce pretended to refuse, afraid that I would be angry until he heard Molly's words.

"You are my best friend and I treat you like a brother. If Justin causes trouble with me because I take care of you, then he is being unreasonable."

Bruce held Molly's hand and gently caressed it.

"Molly, Justin never liked me being close to you. I'm just afraid of causing trouble for you."

He looked at Molly with eyes full of tenderness. My soul was floating one meter away from them. I wished I could appear immediately and end him with one strike.

But I was just a soul, and they couldn't see me, nor could they feel my existence. It was pathetic.

"Bruce, you always consider me. If only Justin thought about me like you do."

Molly's eyes were full of loneliness.

"If Justin doesn't apologize to you when he comes back this time, I will divorce him. Anyway, after so many years, I should have paid him back a long time ago."

When I heard Molly's words, I felt even more heartbroken. Was she waiting for me to go back and apologize to Bruce? Would she divorce me if I didn't apologize? I was afraid she would never wait for it in her lifetime.

After all, I was already dead long ago, and my corpse was starting to rot.

Molly used the excuse of taking care of Bruce at night to sleep in the same bedroom with him.

I watched Molly fuss over him, cook for him, feed him medicine, wipe his body, and even help him undo his belt when Bruce needed to go to the bathroom. I felt very uncomfortable.

She had never treated me like this. I used to do the housework and cook at home because Molly said doing the housework would make her hands rough and cooking would make her look old.

Even when I was hospitalized for appendicitis surgery last time, let alone feeding me medicine and wiping my body, Molly didn't even pour me a glass of water.

I suddenly felt shocked that I couldn't compare to her childhood neighbor, her partner.

It was only when Molly carefully fed Bruce the soup spoon by spoon that I understood.

In my relationship with Molly, I was nothing. I was just a tool for her to call upon and dismiss. Bruce was her true love.

Bruce drank the soup without any guilt, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Molly, I remember when you were young, you were always beaten by Aunt Jane and she wouldn't let you eat. At that time, you were so thin. I always stole chicken legs from home for you to eat."

Molly seemed to be reminded of memories.

"Yes, at that time, you were the only one who cared about me and treated me well."

"If it weren't for you, I would have starved to death and wouldn't be who I am now."

Listening to Molly's words, I felt sadness in my heart.

It was Bruce who saved her by giving her the chicken leg. I sold the house at a low price and used up all my savings to help her get rid of her parents. But my love was as worthless as I was.

I just couldn't figure out why Molly married me when she didn't love me or appreciate me!

Even if I died, my heart was still deeply hurt by her.

These days, my heart had become numb as I watched Molly and Bruce flirt with each other.

When Molly was with Bruce, she smiled every day, as if Bruce's every word could make her happy.

I suddenly remembered that she never smiled when she was with me. Even when I tried to make her happy by telling jokes, I only got her cold face and impatience.

I remembered once she was under a lot of work pressure and always felt unhappy. I specially bought two popular stand-up comedy tickets at a high price. She was very happy that time, and I was happy too.

But she took the two tickets and went to see the stand-up comedy with Bruce. Bruce was just her business partner, and I was her husband. Shouldn't she choose to be with me?

Now I realized that it was because I didn't deserve it.

Seeing that I hadn't replied to her messages, Molly had some uneasiness, but more annoyance.

When she found out that my phone was turned off, she got angry and blocked my phone number and WhatsApp.

Then she sent a message to my parents, angrily telling them to scold me.

Only when her anger subsided did she pull my number out of the blacklist and begin to send me non-stop voice threats.

"Justin, if you don't come back alive in three days, we will get divorced. You will never see me again, and don't even think about coming home!"

Molly angrily threw down her phone, then turned around to the room to ask Bruce about his well-being.

I watched her back and felt extremely ironic.

As she wished, I could never go home again.

After Molly finished serving Bruce and picked up the phone that fell on the sofa, she became a little anxious when she saw that I still hadn't replied.

Once upon a time, as long as she mentioned divorce, I would always try to coax her.

Now I had become a soul and was unable to come back to life. Thinking about my whole life, I felt pathetic for myself. I ruined myself for someone who didn't love me, making myself neither human nor ghost.

Falling in love with someone who had no heart was doomed to no good end.

Molly was so confident because I loved her.

She might have never thought about whether I would still love her if I died.

Molly drank a lot because she was in a bad mood.

Bruce noticed that she was unhappy.

"Molly, what's wrong? Has Justin not replied to your message yet?"

I looked at Molly's drunken eyes. Even though she trampled on my feelings casually, I still held a glimmer of hope in my heart.

But Molly didn't answer and continued drinking.

Bruce seemed to sense something and comforted her.

"Justin is probably jealous. Should I call him and explain?"

Molly paused for a moment and then angrily said.

"There is nothing between us and there is nothing to explain, just ignore him."

"The reason why I married him was simply because he said he sold his house at a low price and helped me pay off my parents' debts. But in fact, I have never had any feelings for him all these years!"

Molly's words hit me like a thunderbolt. It turned out that all my efforts over the years were just a moral blackmail in her eyes.

I was like a clown, holding my sincere heart. But in her eyes, I was just a joke.

Bruce suddenly said sadly to her.

"If it weren't for me going to study at a university in another city, you wouldn't have suffered so much."

"Molly, have you been unhappy these years?"

I stood in front of Bruce as a soul, staring into his eyes. It was really ridiculous. Even if he were here, would he be willing to take out half a million dollars to Molly's adoptive parents?

He would only be all talk and no action. Every time we went out to eat and were ready to pay the bill, he either suddenly went to answer the phone, or went to the bathroom to avoid paying the bill.

As if thinking of something, Molly did not give him a positive answer, but said, "I don't know if I'm happy or not."

Bruce seemed to see her hesitation and continued.

"Molly, if I hadn't gone to study at a university in another city, if I had been able to take out half a million dollars at that time, would the person who is now married to you and sleeping by your side be me?"

Molly's eyes immediately turned red, and she replied sadly.

"It's too late to say anything now. I'm already married."

Bruce laughed at himself.

"Yes, what qualifications do I have to think about you? I'm already satisfied to be able to stand by your side as a neighbor brother and partner."

Molly suddenly couldn't suppress her inner emotions any longer and choked as she hugged Bruce.

"Fool, don't say that. You didn't have that much money back then. I'm already satisfied with your sincerity."

I sneered at their conversation. Although Bruce didn't have much ability, he had a wealthy father who was good at doing business. Taking out half a million dollars wasn't a big problem for his family.

I was afraid that only Molly would believe his bullshit.

And Bruce's tone also disgusted me.

"Molly, now I just want to quietly watch you, even if you never look back at me."

What a nice thing to say. Just want to be quiet around her? Then why did he have to come to the company of Molly and me to be her partner?

Never dared to think about her?

Then what was his hand doing now?

I saw Bruce holding Molly, who was sitting on his lap and crying uncontrollably, and his hand kept stroking Molly's back, gradually moving downwards.

"Bruce, what are you doing?" I ran to his side, desperately trying to push him away, but I could only appear as a ghost and couldn't stop Bruce's hand slowly reaching towards my wife!