The next day, I went to the hospital under the Chambers family.

When I arrived, Callan was already in the VIP ward prepared for me.

"Are you happy to see that woman for the last time?" Callan's expression was cold and indifferent.

"I told her the news that Steve didn't die." I said.

Callan seemed not surprised.

"You didn't tell her the whole truth?"

"No." I sat on the bed and looked out the window quietly. "I hope someone can accompany her for me after I die. At least she loves Steve.

"Callan, ask the lawyer to help me draft a divorce agreement and send it to her."

"Do you really want to help them?" Callan was frustrated.

I didn't comment.

The legal team responded quickly and soon drafted the agreement. I forwarded it to Clara.

Unexpectedly, Clara called me immediately.

Looking at the screen, I was stunned. I hadn't received a call from Clara for long time.

I pressed the answer key. Her voice came from the phone, with a cold tone and a hint of imperceptible impatience.

"Anson, what do you mean? Do you want to divorce me?"

"Yes, I'm tired."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, only the sound of breathing remained.

After a while, I heard someone calling her. I recognized that it was Steve's voice.

Clara said hurriedly, "Let's talk when I come back." and hung up.

It seemed that they have already met.

After hanging up the phone, I saw Clara's latest post on Instagram, and I couldn't help but click on it.

[Crossing the long river of time, we finally meet again.] A picture of the shadows of the two people was attached.

I suddenly felt an extreme pain in my heart.

The alarm was beeping, and I saw doctors and nurses rushing in, I saw Callan rushing into the ward, and I saw the light above my head becoming more and more blurred.

I died, and Clara was free.

In the next moment, my world became clear again.

My soul came to Clara's side.

Clara was still abroad, together with Steve.

Although I already knew from Instagram that they had met, I still felt hurt when seeing it for real.

Fortunately, I was already dead and wouldn't die again.

They were having dinner at a restaurant by the seaside.

It seemed like a romantic vacation destination here. Most customers were couples.

Steve gazed tenderly at Clara.

"Steve, why are you looking at me?"

Clara seemed a bit shy as she spoke, with a hint of coquetry in her tone.

I used to watch her like this.

But one time she got really angry and swept the food I made for her off the floor.

She told me not to look at her like that anymore.

It turned out that my gaze reminded her of Steve.

The violinist in the restaurant probably saw their ambiguous atmosphere and came over.

"Sir, would you like to choose a song for your wife?"

Clara looked a bit awkward and wanted to explain.

But Steve was faster and chose a song, saying it was for his beloved.

Their ambiguous gazes intertwined and Clara agreed.

As the melodious sound of the violin played, the dishes were also served.

I saw minced celery in the dish. Clara was allergic to it.

I waved my hands trying to stop Clara from eating this dish, but now I was just a soul, and no one could see me.

I watched helplessly as Clara took a bite of the food containing minced celery.

Soon, allergy symptoms appeared and Clara couldn't breathe.

An ambulance rushed in the chaos.

In the hospital, after treatment, Clara woke up.

Steve looked at her with blame and anxiety, "Do you know you are allergic to celery? Why didn't you pay attention? You almost died."

Clara was stunned, with a strange look in her eyes.

How could she not remember what she was allergic to? It was just that she was used to being cared about.

In these five years, I had taken care of her in every detail. Every time we had dinner outside, I always reminded the waiters not to put celery as seasoning.

Gradually she had become accustomed to me considering everything for her in advance.

She said, "I have forgotten."

Steve lowered his eyes, hiding his expression, "It seems that he has taken good care of you, and I have neglected it."

Clara stared at the light above her head quietly.

Steve seemed dissatisfied, "Have you already fallen in love with him?"

I looked eagerly at Clara. I wanted to know the answer more than Steve did.

Her lips moved, but she ultimately didn't speak.

Steve became anxious, "Clara, if it weren't for them forcing me to leave you back then, we should have had a happy marriage. How could you fall in love with him?'

Listening to Steve's righteous nonsense, I angrily swung my fist at him, but it just passed through his body.

I slumped my arms and clenched my fists tightly. He was just a latecomer. Who gave him the right?

Clara turned to look at Steve, "I didn't. I just got used to him. It's as normal as having a pet for five years."

Steve bent down and hugged her.

Yes, Clara's love gave him the right.

I couldn't bear to watch anymore and walked to the farthest place from them.