Plot Twist, The ‘Dead’ Ex is Thriving Shirley Chapter 4

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Chapter 4
I wanted to laugh, but tears came first.
“Daniel Harrison.”
“Nobody takes what belongs to Mom.”
“If you want to give Emily Carter things, fine. Give her whatever you want from the Harrisons.”
“What good things does the Harrison family even have…”
Daniel fell silent.
Right. What good things did the Harrisons have?
From the people to the possessions—nothing was worth keeping.
I tossed the torn documents into the trash and turned to head upstairs.
“Mom’s death anniversary is in a few days. Don’t forget.”
“How could I?” Daniel forced a weak laugh.
“Get some rest. I’ll be working late in the study.”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t look back.
That night, I didn’t sleep a wink.
I gathered everything in the house that tied the three of us together.
The photos—burned.
Anything that could be shattered or dismantled—smashed.
What could be given away—packed and sent to the orphanage.
All that remained was this small house, each corner steeped in memories.
This was the only villa the Harrisons owned when Mom married into the family.
After she died, neither Daniel nor I could bear to leave.
Then Dad moved out to live with Sophia Carter.
And Daniel slowly stopped coming back.
Vincent Montgomery used to visit me every day.
But now, it had been a long time since I’d last seen him.
On the balcony, clutching Mom’s portrait, I cried until exhaustion finally dragged me to sleep.
The day after my birthday was Mom’s death anniversary.
Back then, she’d held on just long enough to see me turn a year older before she let go.
I wept until the world blurred.
Vincent stayed by my side, never even blinking for twenty-four hours.
For the next eight years, he never missed a single birthday.
This was the first time he wasn’t there.
But it didn’t matter anymore.
Vincent didn’t come.
Emily, on the other hand, was relentless.
Her social media flooded my feed all night.
And, of course, there were the eager people who just couldn’t wait to keep me updated in real-time.
“Couldn’t think of a reason to celebrate, so my senior said, ‘Let’s just throw a party for your tablet tonight.’”
“Honestly, just wanted an excuse to eat cake.”
A lavish two-tiered cake. A tower of champagne.
A little princess crowned by designer bags and pretty dresses.
Her eyes curved into crescents as she gazed adoringly at the man beside her.
Vincent smiled back at her, tender and doting. They looked perfect together.
I closed the app and flipped my phone facedown on the table.
Shutting my eyes, I made a silent wish over the candle’s flame.
“Mom, please watch over me.”
“Mom, please keep me far, far away from these rotten people.”