In seven years of marriage, she had never looked at me the way she did at that man.
Whenever she looked at me, her face was always filled with disdain, disgust, and coldness. She looked at me as if I were her worst enemy.
As if I had ruined her life.
I clenched my teeth and recalled how foolish I had been in life, wondering how I could have so easily believed her words.
But thinking back to the events of that time, perhaps Janet had every reason to hate me.
After all, I did destroy her bright future...
For a moment, the resentment and hatred in my heart dissipated like air from a balloon pricked with a needle.
I stood there in dejection, only regretting the mistake I made all those years ago.
Looking at my translucent body, I thought blankly.
Using my life to atone, I suppose I no longer owe Janet anything now, right?
Perhaps because the last person I thought of before dying was Janet, I found myself stuck by her side, unable to leave.
Janet spent lavishly; she would casually dine at a high-end restaurant where the average meal cost over a thousand dollars, even ordering live violin music.