He Regretted When I Was Dead Novel by Silas Night _ Novel





He Regretted When I Was Dead Chapter 01

A month after I died of cancer, Arthur Pendelton still thought I was throwing a tantrum, waiting for me to come back and apologize to his first love.
It wasn't until Vivian Wright's birthday, when she wanted to invite me, that Arthur finally called. His voice was cold: "Charlotte Hayes, do you realize your mistake yet?"
On the other end of the line, my friend's voice choked with sobs: "Charlotte has been dead for a month."
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In the third year of my marriage to Arthur, I was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer.
The doctor recommended surgery.
The day before the surgery, I called Arthur.
"What is it?"
As soon as the call connected, Arthur's tone was incredibly impatient.
I lowered my eyes and said softly, "Arthur, I'm having surgery tomorrow..."
He cut me off coldly: "Charlotte, do you think faking an illness will make me forgive what you did to Vivian?
If you really want my forgiveness, come and apologize to Vivian. Otherwise, we have nothing to talk about!"
I tried to explain: "I'm not faking it, I'm really..."
He interrupted me impatiently again: "I'm busy. I don't have time to argue with you.
If you're really sick, let me know when you're dead so I can collect your body."
With that, he hung up.
Listening to the dial tone, I closed my eyes and put down my phone.
A week ago, when I was first diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer, I went to find Arthur to tell him about my illness.
That day, he was boating on the lake with his first love, Vivian. Vivian accidentally fell into the water, and I risked my life to save her.
But once we were ashore, Vivian turned on me, claiming I had pushed her in.
Arthur believed her, and we had a massive fight.
"Charlotte, why doesn't a vicious woman like you just die!?"
After cursing at me, he picked up Vivian and left, not giving me a single chance to explain.
He didn't know that I was actually dying.
Just as Arthur wished.
I died on the operating table.
After I died, it was Julian Brooks who collected my body.
Julian and I came from the same orphanage; he was my best friend.
We had depended on each other for over a decade, and I always treated him like my own brother.
Probably furious at Arthur's indifference towards me, Julian didn't tell him about my death. Instead, he took my ashes straight back to the orphanage and buried me on the back hill where we used to play as kids.
Dandelions covered the slopes, looking beautiful when the wind blew.
I grew up here.
After death, this place became my home once again.
After the burial, my soul didn't dissipate. As if drawn by some unseen force, I was trapped by Arthur's side, following him day after day, confined within a five-meter radius of him.
Ever since falling into the water, Vivian had caught a cold and still hadn't recovered.
In the month since my death, Arthur frequently visited her apartment, cooking for her and caring for her with the utmost devotion.
Arthur showed Vivian a tenderness I had never seen before.
He would remind Vivian to put on more clothes when it got cold.
He would make her hangover soup when she got drunk.
He would hand her tissues when she cried over a sad movie, whispering sweet words to comfort her.
His pleasant voice was so gentle it practically melted.
I remembered that these were all things I used to do for him.
He took everything he learned from me and used it all on another woman.
When they were together, Vivian would occasionally mention me, advising him: "Arthur, has Charlotte not contacted you yet?
Maybe you shouldn't be mad at her anymore. When I fell into the water last time, I actually slipped in by myself. It had nothing to do with her.
Don't let my matters ruin the relationship between you husband and wife."
She spoke these words generously and appropriately.
If it weren't for the fact that on the day she fell into the water, when Arthur accused me, she didn't explain a single word but tacitly agreed to the fact that she was pushed into the water by me, perhaps I would have been a little moved, thinking she was a kind person, and that it was my own petty mind misjudging a gentlewoman, treating her as a bad person.
"I know the truth of the matter in my heart. You don't need to make excuses for her."
Arthur's voice was cold and heartless. "I want to see how long she can hold out this time."
I accompanied him through three years of marriage.
Up to now, he still thinks I am a bad seed, not giving me half a bit of trust.
I really want to tell him that this time I can hold out for a lifetime.

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