Whispers in the Snow: The CEO's Demise

In the second year of my marriage to Lucy, her first love returned from abroad.

For him, Lucy left me alone at the foot of the snowy mountain.

By the time she remembered me, Colton had already lost contact with me.

He trembled as he told Lucy, "Mr. Dawson's phone has been unreachable."

He wasn't lying.

Because I was dead.

I died the day Lucy abandoned me.

01

There's a rumor in a major city that Lucy has a man she loves but cannot have, so she made do with someone else.

I happened to be the one she made do with.

Over the years, I've heard similar remarks countless times-some mocking me, some pitying me, and others just watching the drama unfold.

I always thought I could warm her heart, but when Declan returned to the country, she chose him without hesitation.

In the two years of our marriage, she never cared about my feelings.

To her, I seemed like someone she could abandon at any moment.

For the first time, I considered divorce, but fate was cruel. Though we left one after the other, I encountered an avalanche and was buried forever in the snow.

To rest eternally in the white expanse of the plateau seemed like a fitting end.

Yet, I didn't expect that after my death, I wouldn't disappear but instead found myself by Lucy's side.

02

At this moment, she sat by the hospital bed, peeling an apple for Declan with a tenderness and patience I had never seen before.

Suddenly, I felt it wasn't worth it.

I had chased after Lucy for seven years-no, to be precise, ten years.

Since I met her in high school, I followed her every step. To attend the same university as her, I studied day and night. Later, to stand by her side, I joined the "grueling laboratory." Even when she switched majors to study finance, I didn't give up and chose to double major.

My roommates often advised me, "Don't be too persistent; you'll only end up hurt."

I didn't believe them at the time, but when I learned that Lucy liked her so-called brother, I finally understood what they meant.

I thought about giving up until Declan went abroad, and I met her again.

I thought it would be a new beginning for us, but we ended up back where we started.

From start to finish, I was just an outsider.

I almost forgot what drove me to persevere year after year.

As I pulled my thoughts back, Lucy finished peeling the apple and cut it into pieces, feeding them to him one by one.

I couldn't quite put my feelings into words.

I had never seen Lucy love someone, so seeing her like this moved me a little.

They soon started chatting about family matters.

"How are Mom and Dad doing lately?"

"Greyson is taking good care of them, so you don't need to worry."

Lucy's instinctive response made the whole room fall silent, and the apple she was about to feed Declan paused mid-air.

Greyson is my name.

To them, this name is a well-known taboo.

So when Lucy said it, she didn't even realize it until Declan changed the subject, talking about his interesting experiences abroad.

For some reason, instead of feeling sad, I found myself on the verge of laughter.

Greyson, oh Greyson, this is the woman you've loved for ten years.

I rested my head against the doorframe and murmured, "Lucy, now you're free."

It's a pity she couldn't hear me; otherwise, she wouldn't look so downcast now.

03

The limitation after my death was that I could only stay by Lucy's side.

Because of this, I discovered that Lucy was actually very good at taking care of people.

She could keenly notice Declan's fatigue and would choose the perfect moment to adjust his blanket and leave the room.

Then I saw Lucy, who was always so composed in the business world, kneel against the wall and close her eyes, lost in thought.

People came and went in the corridor, but she remained motionless.

After a long time, she finally took out her phone. Curious, I moved closer to her and was stunned by what I saw on the screen.

I didn't expect her to be looking at our chat history.

Colton hurried over. "Miss, do you have any instructions?"

Perhaps it was her previous action that made me, who wanted to give up on her, clench my fists with hope for her response.

But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Every second waiting for her answer was excruciating. Just as I was about to urge her, she hesitated and spoke.

"Go buy him some clothes to change into."

That "him" could only mean Declan.

My heart, full of expectation, now felt like it was being bitten by ants, unbearably painful.

Colton acted quickly; as soon as Lucy gave the order, he rushed to the mall. Then Lucy took out her phone again and glanced at our chat history.

The last message was from me.

"Lucy, let's get a divorce."

This was my last wish before I died. If I hadn't lingered in this world, I might never have known that even after my death, this matter remained unresolved.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly. How could I have had expectations for Lucy? Had I forgotten how helpless and scared I was when I sent that message before I died?

Despite having many reasons to convince myself, I still felt a bit sad.

How could I be so disappointing?