Letting Go of Me Is Your Greatest Mistake in Life

When a desperate little girl calls her father, Hudson, pleading for him to save her dying mother, he coldly dismisses them both as liars. Impatient and bitter, he wishes death upon his wife, completely unaware that her terminal illness is tragically real. After she passes away and vanishes from his life forever, Hudson is left to face the devastating truth. Consumed by overwhelming regret, the billionaire is reduced to kneeling at her grave, desperately begging for a forgiveness he will never receive.

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Chapter 3

He pushed the door halfway open. He saw my body sitting on the other side of the bed.

Moonlight streamed in from the window. Hudson only saw a figure from behind.

"Hailey, what nonsense are you up to again?" Hudson said, "You're a mom now. Why aren't you putting Leah to bed at this hour? What's with the whole brooding act?"

When I didn't answer, Hudson gently nudged Leah and pushed her into the room.

"Hurry up and put her to bed," Hudson said, "If you're not resting, she still needs to. She has school tomorrow."

I screamed frantically in his ear.

"Hudson, I'm dead! I can't put Leah to bed anymore," I shouted, "Can you please take her out? She'll be scared if she finds out I'm dead."

No matter how much I yelled, Hudson couldn't hear me.

When I didn't respond, Hudson rubbed his temples. A trace of anger was on his face.

"Hailey, what's the point of that expression all day long?" Hudson said, "I can let go of the past, but I hope you can reflect on yourself and not be a bad influence on Leah."

"Hudson, just walk in!" I pleaded, "If you walk in, you'll see I'm already dead."

Anxious, I rushed toward Hudson. I wanted to drag him into the room to see that I was dead. But I just passed right through him.

"Hailey, you should reflect on yourself," Hudson said.

When I still didn't respond, Hudson slammed the door shut, isolating Leah and me in the master bedroom. He then went back to the study.

The small flicker of hope in my heart was extinguished completely.

Leah, probably too tired, came over and lay down beside me. Her small head rested on my legs as she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning at eight, Hudson got up, washed up, and went to the living room. He saw the empty dining table and frowned.

I used to get up at six to make breakfast. Just so Hudson could have a hot meal as soon as he woke up.

At that moment, the lock on the master bedroom door clicked. Leah walked out of the room barefoot.

Her clothes were covered in bloodstains. Hudson looked over and froze in place.

"Leah, what's that on your clothes?" Hudson asked.

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