Chapter 1

My boyfriend, who died three years ago, sent me a wedding invitation.

He'd even changed his Ins profile picture to a couple's photo and made a post.

In the picture, he was holding Ina's hand and kissing her forehead.

For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating.

I organized his funeral. I signed his autopsy report when he died.

Because he died in a car accident on a trip with me, his parents even beat me up.

How the hell did he become my brother-in-law?

Soon, Ina called me.

"Betty, remember to come to my wedding this weekend! My fiancé will pick you up."

"Your fiancé's name is Leo?" I asked.

"Yes! Do you know each other?"

Know each other? More than that—I organized his funeral.

His parents have received countless transfers from me over the years.

I let out a cold laugh. "No, I don't. Just thought the name sounded familiar."

Ina innocently told me all about her boyfriend, then said, "I've been wanting to introduce you two, but Mom and Dad said you were too busy and told me not to bother you."

I was indeed busy. Busy paying Leo's mortgage—the Leo who'd been dead for three years.

I wished I could split myself into eight people to make enough money.

I hadn't gone home for three straight years for the holidays. No wonder I didn't know Ina was dating someone.

Usually, I'd end all phone conversations with my parents within a minute.

They were the understanding type of parents anyway, rarely bothering me.

So they never told me Ina was seeing someone.

With this in mind, I exchanged a few pleasantries with Ina.

The moment I hung up, I canceled the card I'd been using to send Leo's parents their living expenses.

For three years, his parents asked me to buy them toilet paper whenever they ran out.

They took overseas trips once a year, easily spending over a hundred thousand each time.

I scrimped and saved to support them, buying them only the finest things.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but open their chat interface.

Turned out they came knocking first.

"A relative is getting married and we urgently need money. Send us a hundred thousand!"

A hundred thousand? They really did think I was an ATM.

I called them immediately.

"Tell me the truth—is Leo dead or not?"

When they heard my question, their tone instantly shot up.

They were furious.

Especially Leo's mother.

Perhaps she'd been well-nourished by bird's nest soup all these years.

The woman who used to speak in a weak, trembling voice like a baby chick was now roaring at me ferociously.

"Wasn't Leo killed by you back then?"

"You insisted on going to that place for vacation, which got Leo killed, leaving us two lonely old people behind."

"So what if we spent some of your money? If it could bring Leo's life back, who would care about your money!"

She started wailing hysterically on the phone.

First saying I'd killed Leo, forcing them to have no support in their old age.

Then saying if Leo were still alive, their life would definitely be much better than now.

After saying all this, she shouted into the phone, "Leo was about to be promoted to director when he died—that's an annual salary!"

"That's way more than what you've been giving us."

As she said this, she even disdained the money I'd been giving them.

I smiled and hung up without another word.