My Brother Became a Vegetable To Save Me Novel by NANCY ROWSE

Suddenly, an intense pain overwhelmed me. My body trembled violently, and I instinctively curled up, pressing my hand against my temples and biting my lower lip with all my might. But it was of no use; I couldn’t control my rapid breathing. I rushed to the hospital.

I knew my time was running out, so I resigned myself to spending my remaining days there. I didn’t want to drag my sick body to face those I wished to avoid. Just thinking of Elio and Samara filled me with bitterness.

As time passed, my body grew weaker and weaker. Death was quietly approaching, until my final breath slipped away.

I felt an inexplicable lightness, as if I were floating. I couldn’t tell if I was truly dead, but I seemed to hover in the air, clearly seeing my own body lying on the hospital bed. It was only then that I truly realized I was gone.

I floated aimlessly, without direction, unsure of where to go.

Suddenly, I felt a force guiding me toward a place.

It was Elio’s celebration for Samara, marking her successful surgery.

Samara feigned innocence as she asked Elio, “Eli, why didn’t Aimee come to the celebration today?”

Elio, with a detached expression, replied simply, “Don’t worry about her.”

Samara’s smile faltered instantly.

As I floated above, I felt a sudden curiosity about how Elio would react upon learning of my death. Perhaps he would be pleased, given how much he despised me?

After the party, Elio returned home and, finding no trace of me, made several calls that went unanswered. Frowning with concern, he asked the butler, “Where is Aimee? Where did she go?”

The butler, slightly surprised by Elio’s unusual concern, responded respectfully, “Mr. Sutton, Mrs. Sutton moved out some time ago.”

Elio nodded, his face showing signs of agitation and unease, sensing something was slipping away.

“Let her be. If she regrets it, she’ll come back on her own,” he said dismissively.

Ah, Elio still doesn’t know I’m dead, I thought with a bitter laugh.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

After making that statement, Elio left the house to be with the recently discharged Samara.

I seethed internally. This shameless couple really deserved to suffer!

A few days later, with still no sign of me, Elio contacted his assistant to inquire about my recent whereabouts and activities.

The assistant, when answering the call, appeared visibly flustered.