Billionaire Boyfriend Went Mad After I Died

Three days after my boyfriend’s adopted sister died a tragic death, I clutched a so-called "hush money" check in my hand and became an accomplice in everyone’s eyes.

My boyfriend once knelt in the pouring rain to beg me, and his sister’s five-year-old daughter cried and begged me to testify, but I refused them both.

Ten years later, when I was dying of cancer, my boyfriend had become a billionaire.

The first thing he did upon returning to the country was to forcibly extract my memories, even though I would suffer endless pain.

"Elara, you vain, heartless monster! Lily and I must have been blind to ever treat you like family!"

"Lily has been dead for ten years, and you’ve been walking free with that dirty money the whole time!"

"Today, I’m going to find out exactly who paid you off—the person you protected just for money!"

My boyfriend held a press conference to publicly crucify me for my crimes.

But after seeing the whole truth, he went completely insane.

Three days after my boyfriend’s adopted sister died a tragic death, I clutched a so-called "hush money" check in my hand and became an accomplice in everyone’s eyes.

My boyfriend once knelt in the pouring rain to beg me, and his sister's five-year-old daughter cried and begged me to testify, but I refused them both.

Ten years later, when I was dying of cancer, my boyfriend Keal Simpson had become a billionaire.

He founded a brain-computer interface tech company and developed a memory extraction device intended for the dead. If used on the living, it causes immense pain.

Yet, he chose me to be the subject for his first live demonstration of "Memory Regression."

Kael stood under the spotlight, a massive holographic screen behind him, facing countless flashing shutters and stunned media.

I, meanwhile, had just undergone a ten-hour cancer resection surgery when his secretary, Seraphina, forcibly dragged me from my hospital bed to this place.

I sat slumped in a cold wheelchair like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, pain pump and drainage tubes still attached to my body.

Seraphina clicked over on her high heels to stand behind me, her red-manicured hand resting on my pain pump.

"Quit playing dead, Elara."

Seraphina lowered her voice, dripping with malicious mockery. "Trying to fake an illness to get sympathy just to escape punishment? Who exactly are you putting on this show for?"

"Kael hates liars the most. You were healthy enough when you betrayed Lily and Keal for money back then, weren't you?"

The next second, at an angle the cameras couldn't catch, she violently ripped out the line connecting my pain pump!

"Ugh—!"

Intense pain hit me instantly. My vision went black, and I curled up in agony.

The crowd instantly erupted, but no one sympathized with me. There was only endless abuse:

"That's the woman? She watched that girl get murdered just for a hush money fee?"

"She grew up with the victim!"

"Because she covered it up,