After My Death, My Family Finally Got Their Wish

After My Death, My Family Finally Got Their WishChapter 1

I died in the third year after my parents sent me back to the mountain region. This was to make way for their adopter daughter to marry my fiancé. My parents sent me back to the mountains where they had found me. Overwhelmed with despair, I knelt on the ground and begged them to take me back. But I found their eyes filled with indifference and they scolded me, calling me a selfish and ungrateful girl, insisting that I relinquish my fiancé.

Three years later, at the first birthday party of their adopted daughter’s child, when they called me and received no answer, they turned against me. Believing that I still harbored a grudge and cursing me to die in anger. This time, their wish was fulfilled. Because I am already dead. In a dirty, stinking cow shed.

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I died three years after my parents sent me back to the mountains. My soul wandered and somehow, I returned to a place I knew, my old home.