He Searched for Me, She Needed My Liver — Novel

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In a world where love and betrayal intertwine, Grace Miller's tragic fate unfolds in a shocking tale of heartache and revenge. Accused of a crime that sealed her doom, she watches from beyond the grave as her husband, Daniel Harris, spirals into darkness, entangled with the very woman who conspired against her. Six years after her death, Daniel's desperation leads him to seek Grace's ghostly remnants, but will he uncover the truth before it’s too late?

As the stakes rise, Daniel's cold heart grapples with the consequences of his choices. With an innocent child caught in the crossfire, the clock ticks ominously. Will he recognize the depth of his past mistakes, or will his greed blind him to the love that once flourished? Grace, now a mere whisper of the stars, longs to protect her daughter, but can she reach beyond the veil of death to save them both?

In a gripping tale of loss and redemption, loyalties are tested, and the line between love and vengeance blurs. Will Grace's spirit find a way to reclaim her legacy, or is she forever lost to the shadows of betrayal?

He Searched for Me, She Needed My LiverChapter 1

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,