I was a well-known bartender in the entertainment circle,

while my husband’s mistress was severely allergic to alcohol.

In order to push me away from him,

she secretly replaced the non-alcoholic mojito I made with 60-proof whiskey,

and swore that I had done it on purpose to harm her.

Daniel Harris didn’t even give me the chance to explain—he forced me on the spot to drink a large amount of whiskey.

I drank until my asthma attacked, but he only sneered and threw me a pack of throat lozenges.

“Stop pretending. If you don’t finish this whiskey to apologize to her, don’t even think about coming back.”

I suffocated and died.

Six years after my death, Sophia Lee was diagnosed with liver cancer, and only then did he remember me.

Daniel dug out my old number and called impatiently:

“Grace Miller, have you had enough fun? Get back here immediately and donate your liver.”

On the other end, my six-year-old daughter said timidly,

“Uncle… my mom has already turned into the stars in the sky.”

…

Sophia’s eyes were blindfolded with Daniel’s tie, and his lips, carrying the scent of liquor, trailed across her body.

Sophia squirmed restlessly, panting,

“Mr. Harris, please…”

Daniel pressed down on her, breathing heavily, and chuckled in a low voice,

“You’re so much more exciting than Grace.”

The air was thick with alcohol and the lingering scent of lust.

I watched Daniel and Sophia entangled on our marital bed. It turned out that going from heartbreak to numbness only took six years. I even had the mind to recognize that the drink spilled on Sophia’s body was the same non-alcoholic mojito I had once created.

Just then, the hospital called in urgency:

“Mr. Harris, Ms. Lee can’t wait any longer. She must undergo a liver transplant immediately.”

Daniel’s face turned grim. He hastily pulled up my old number again, speaking impatiently:

“Grace Miller, have you had enough fun? Get back here immediately and donate your liver.”

On the other end, my six-year-old daughter said timidly,

“Uncle… my mom has already turned into the stars in the sky.”

Daniel raised his brows, speaking coldly:

“So, Grace has grown bolder, even teaching a child to lie.”

“Tell her there are limits to her tricks. For Sophia’s sake, I’ll come myself tomorrow to bring her back. She better not push her luck.”

Without waiting for a reply, Daniel hung up the phone.

The next day, he drove to the orphanage. Seeing the director, he asked,

“Where is Grace?”

Ms. Anderson clenched her fists and replied coldly,

“How dare you even ask where she is?”

“She already…”

Daniel cut her off with a wave of his hand, his voice cold:

“What, you’re going to tell me again that she’s dead? Another one of those lies?”

Daniel didn’t know I really was dead.

Six years ago,

I was accused of causing Sophia’s allergic reaction. Daniel ordered his bodyguards to break my leg and force-fed me an enormous amount of whiskey, triggering a severe asthma attack.

The doctor had called Daniel, but Sophia hung up the phone.

I never even made it to surgery before I passed away.

Ms. Anderson came, and knowing my final wish, she signed the consent form for a C-section,

allowing Lily to be born safely.

Later, afraid Daniel would discover the truth, Sophia had my body stolen from the hospital.

She brought in several men with sick fetishes for corpses. I tried desperately to block them, but I could only pass through their bodies, watching helplessly as they defiled mine one last time.

After they were done, Sophia poured acid over my face.

I heard the sizzling sound of burning flesh, and my whole body collapsed like mud on the ground. I could only stare blankly as Sophia ordered those men to dump my body deep in the mountains.

It was Ms. Anderson and several staff who searched tirelessly day and night until they finally found me and arranged my burial.

Ms. Anderson’s face was full of sorrow as tears rolled down.

After a long pause, she sighed deeply and said,

“Grace passed away six years ago.”

Daniel studied her for a while before sneering,

“Dead?”

“How could Grace bear to die? What did she promise you to make you lie for her?”

He swept his gaze over the orphans and suddenly raised his voice:

“Grace, let’s play a game.”

“There are fifteen people here, including the director. From now on, every ten minutes, one of them will lose a hand or a foot—until you show up.”

Ms. Anderson panicked and rushed forward, saying,

“Grace really is dead, I’m not lying to you. If you don’t believe me, I can take you to her grave.”

Daniel simply glanced at his watch. Ten minutes later, he casually twisted Ms. Anderson’s hand, breaking it.

Lily, witnessing this, bit down on the bodyguard’s hand and, taking advantage of his pain, crashed hard into Daniel, knocking him off balance. Daniel reflexively kicked Lily.

Ms. Anderson hurried over to support Lily, but Lily steadied herself and pulled Ms. Anderson behind her, shouting,

“You’re a bad man! Ms. Anderson already said my mom died six years ago. If you keep bullying us, my mom will punish you from the sky!”

Daniel froze for a moment, then studied Lily closely.

I instinctively moved in front of my daughter, but Daniel’s hand passed right through me as he grabbed her, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

“So you’re the little bastard from back then.”

He ordered the bodyguards to restrain her, his voice filled with fury:

“Grace, if you don’t come out right now, I’ll break this brat’s legs.”

I looked at Lily’s reddened face, floated to Daniel’s side, and pleaded desperately,

“Daniel, I’m right here. Don’t hurt Lily or Ms. Anderson.”

But he couldn’t hear me.

At that moment, Ms. Anderson forced herself forward despite the pain and said,

“Mr. Harris, Lily is your—”

Before she could finish, Daniel gestured to his men. I threw myself over my daughter, only to hear her muffled cry of pain.

Daniel glanced coldly at those around him and said,

“I’ll give Grace five more days.”

“If she doesn’t show up, you won’t want to know the consequences.”

I lunged at him in fury, biting and clawing, but only met empty air, collapsing weakly to the ground.

As I prayed daily for some miracle to let me appear again, Daniel returned with Sophia.

I saw the necklace on Sophia’s neck—the very one Daniel had once commissioned from a jeweler for me, symbolizing eternal love. Now it hung on Sophia instead.

Daniel carefully supported her, his voice cold:

“Five days are up. Where is Grace?”

Ms. Anderson trembled as she answered,

“Mr. Harris, Ms. Miller really is dead. Here, this is her death certificate.”

Sophia leaned coyly against him, feigning concern.

“Mr. Harris, is Ms. Miller really dead?

Or is she just angry with you?”

Daniel sneered,

“Grace was always promiscuous. She could mix a drink for anyone, and someone would happily forge a death certificate for her.”

“Ms. Anderson, tell Grace that if she donates her liver to Sophia, I’ll renovate this orphanage and donate thirty million dollars. That brat can also come live at the Harris Estate.”

Hearing Daniel’s words, I felt dizzy. So, all those times I mixed drinks for his business partners to save his company during crises—in his eyes, it became nothing but debauchery.

Ms. Anderson swallowed her anger and said,

“Mr. Harris, Grace died six years ago.

When we found her, she was lying naked in a pit in the mountains, her face destroyed.

If not for her bracelet, we wouldn’t have recognized her.

We laid her to rest in the cemetery.”

Daniel fiddled with his cufflinks, speaking coldly,

“Do you think I have endless patience to listen to your lies?”

At his signal, the bodyguards began violently searching every room. The orphans burst out crying, clinging to Ms. Anderson.

My eyes burned as I watched. I could hardly believe that the man who once gave money to every beggar he passed had turned into this monster for Sophia’s sake.

Ms. Anderson rushed to block them, shouting,

“Mr. Harris, what are you doing? Grace really is dead. If you don’t believe me, we can go to the cemetery.”

Daniel sneered,

“I checked Grace’s bank records. She sends money to this orphanage every month.

What, do you think dead people can operate a bank account?”

My nails dug into my palms. I never expected that the auto-transfer I had set up before my death would become the very reason Daniel refused to believe I was gone.

Sophia suddenly interjected,

“Mr. Harris, look at that child’s bright eyes.

My poor sister is blind—wouldn’t her eyes be just as beautiful if only she had them?”

I froze as Daniel turned to Lily with disgust, then spoke gently to Sophia,

“That’s nothing hard. We can just take the girl’s eyes and give them to your sister.”

Horrified, I rushed to shield Lily, but Daniel had already taken the knife from his bodyguard and advanced toward her.

Ms. Anderson stumbled forward and shoved him away, shouting,

“Daniel Harris, do you even have a heart?

This is Grace’s daughter!”

Daniel waved, and two bodyguards pinned Ms. Anderson down. Lily struggled desperately, but couldn’t escape Daniel’s knife.

Daniel slowly wiped the blood from his hands and said coldly,

“Grace, if you don’t come out now, your daughter can kiss her arms goodbye too.”

I could only watch helplessly as Lily writhed in agony on the floor, hatred boiling inside me. I lunged, biting at Daniel’s hand, but it was like biting smoke.

Sophia suddenly collapsed into her wheelchair, and Daniel hurriedly lifted her into his arms.

“I’ll give you one more day. If Grace doesn’t show up, everyone here will be sold to an organ trafficking ring.”

I hated myself for ever getting involved with such a cruel man, and hated even more that I had once loved him.

Another day passed.

Daniel gently carried Sophia and set her down in her wheelchair.

Watching him, I remembered the times I had cried from stomach pains, only to be brushed off with,

“Men are naturally careless. If you don’t say it, how would I know what you need?”

Now, he was tenderly covering Sophia with a blanket.