To Make My Wife Not Hating Me

Five years after my death, Timothea recovered and finally became a billionaire woman.

She appeared at the press conference with her new lover and was interviewed by reporters.

“Ms. Johnston, I heard that when you were diagnosed with leukemia, your fiancé donated bone marrow to you?”

“That’s right.”

Timothea took the microphone. “Back then, I was at my lowest point in life. That heartless man left me. It was Elmer who stayed by my side, day and night and that’s when I decided to be with him forever.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Stellis region was celebrating the beautiful love story between Timothea and her childhood sweetheart, Elmer.

They called me a scumbag and said I deserved to be struck by lightning.

They called me inhumane, forcing my wife to have an abortion when she was ill and then taking all the money and leaving the country. After the press conference, Elmer noticed she wasn’t feeling well and asked, feigning empathy, “Timothea, are you missing Bond again? He passed away so suddenly, perhaps because of some difficult reason…”

“Don’t mention him!” Timothea gritted her teeth. “If I find him, I’ll skin him alive!”

I smiled bitterly, floating in midair.

Timothea, I was afraid you wouldn’t get your wish. After all, I died on the operating table five years ago, donating my bone marrow for you.

——

Every time Timothea came home feeling down, she’d shut herself away in her study.

She’d vent her anger on the punctured wedding photo before her.

“Bond, where the hell have you been hiding? Why haven’t you come out to see me yet?!”

She muttered hoarsely and looked at the face in the wedding photo, “I went to the press conference today. I’m rich beyond your imagination. Why... haven’t you come back to me yet? Right. You know what? If you come back, I won’t let you go!”

She had already opened the wine cabinet and drunk herself to death.

The knife in her hand slashed at the wedding photo again and again.

From a distance, the photo was already riddled with holes.

Only my face, with its bright smile, showed no sign of damage.

In Timothea’s words: “I’m afraid I’ll forget Bond’s appearance. I won’t recognize him when I meet him in the future and I won’t forget his betrayal.”

Timothea had always hated me. She wished she could see me in front of her and strangle me to death.

“Timothea.” Elmer pushed the door open and carried a bowl of hangover soup.

Seeing Timothea’s halfdrunk state, his eyes were filled with worry and he held her shoulders. “Why did you drink so much again?”

Glancing at the tattered wedding photo, Elmer pursed his lips.

“This is the last one. Time to throw it away. Timothea, our wedding is next month. You promised me to let Bond go and let yourself go.”

For the past five years, Timothea had ordered wedding photo after wedding photo, filling her office with them.

When others saw me, they pointed at my face and asked who I was.

Timothea always said with a gloomy face, “My enemy.”

Most people believed that she and her childhood sweetheart, Elmer, were a match made in heaven.

Only a select few who knew the truth knew.

Timothea’s hatred was born out of love.

The deeper her love was, the more she hated me now.

She hated me for breaking our wedding vows and hated me for forcing her to abort the child she had longed for.

Even more, she hated me for not even seeing her one last time, for disappearing so abruptly. So, for the past five years, Timothea had been spending a fortune on a search team.

Just to find one person and that person was me.

Timothea closed her eyes and remained silent for a long moment.

“Okay, throw it away. Elmer, from now on, I will marry you honestly and never mention Bond again.”

Elmer smiled, took her hand and gently placed it against his face, like a dependent kitten.

“I knew you would get over this. We will have our own lives, our own marriages and... our own children.”

Elmer had changed into his newly bought sexy pajamas tonight and even sprayed himself with perfume.

Before he could throw himself into her arms, Timothea’s phone rang.

The assistant called, his voice excited. “Ms. Johnston, we’ve found news about Bond!”

Timothea’s face suddenly changed, her grip on the phone tightened and she abruptly stood up. “What did you say?”

Even I, floating nearby, was shocked.

I’d been dead for five years. How could they possibly find any news about me?

Could they have discovered... where I was buried?

Before I could react, a gust of wind blew by and Timothea, clutching her coat, flung open the door and rushed out, leaving behind Elmer’s anxious cries.

But no one paid any attention. I followed suit.

Timothea quickly found the assistant.

The assistant panted. “Ms. Johnston, I saw Mr.... oh no, Bond. He’s not doing well now, though. He’s working as a cleaner in a hotel.”

Timothea’s face was grim, but she didn’t react. She spoke succinctly. “Take me there now.”

After ten years together, I knew all too well how Timothea’s body reacted when she was nervous.

She was tense now; she must have been waiting for this moment for five years. Seeing the assistant’s hesitation, Timothea interrupted impatiently, “Forget it, give me the address, I’ll find it myself.”

After receiving the address, Timothea rushed into the hotel like a madman, searching every floor and every bathroom for me.

Only on the 22nd floor did she see the man, hunched over, cleaning the toilet.

Timothea’s body stiffened, her breathing becoming rapid.

“Bond!” She rasped and sneered as she grabbed the man’s wrist.

“You took my money and left with a divorce agreement and now you’re in this mess. Do you regret it?”

Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared at the back of the man’s head.

But the moment he turned, I couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

It turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Seeing a completely unfamiliar face, Timothea was startled, the light in her eyes dimming.

“Sorry. I recognized the wrong person.”

Coincidentally, in the five years since my death... Whenever news about me faded, new gossip would surface.

The first year, someone said I left behind a divorce agreement, bought a ticket and left the country to marry a darkskinned woman.

Later, in the hospital, Timothea crushed a cup with her bare hands upon hearing the news.

Before she could even recover and be discharged, she had her assistant buy a plane ticket and immediately left for the country.

Following the clues from that rumor, she searched everywhere she could, but ultimately returned emptyhanded.

But from then on, whenever she heard news about the darkskinned woman, she would frown and pay close attention.

The second year, someone said they saw me checking in at the Terria Tower while traveling abroad.

Upon hearing the news, Timothea immediately canceled an important meeting and bought a ticket to fly there, but still found nothing.

The third year, someone saw me working as a male model at a foreign club.

The fourth year, the fifth year...

Every time there was news, Timothea would be the first to rush to find me. This time, she thought it was real.

But she hadn’t realized she’d mistaken him.

Timothea returned home, enraged and smashed a cup.

“How could such a mistake happen?”

The assistant trembled with fear.

“Ms. Johnston, it’s all my fault for not investigating thoroughly. I saw him using Bond’s phone and his face bore a resemblance to Mr. Dawson, so I assumed he was… the man in the wedding photo in your office.”

The assistant’s voice trailed off.

Timothea’s expression softened slightly. She immediately realized the assistant wasn’t to blame.

The assistant had only been hired a few years earlier and she had never met Bond, so it was normal for her to have mistaken him.

She took a deep breath, slumped in her office chair and fell into deep thought.

“Bond, what on earth are you playing? Are you deliberately keeping me hanging like this? Does it make you feel more accomplished?”

Timothea pounded her fist on the wall.

It took a long time for her to recover. “Just wait. Whether you’re dead or alive, I’ll find you and let you see for yourself—How did I abandon you, just like you abandoned me?”

It was already early morning when Timothea returned.

The lights were still on and Elmer, eyes red, sat on the sofa, waiting for her.

At the sound of the door being pushed open, Elmer threw himself into her arms, aggrieved.

“Timothea, where have you been?”

A flicker of guilt flashed in her eyes and she grasped Elmer’s hand. “Elmer, didn’t I tell you not to wait for me? Go to sleep first.”

But Elmer remained stubborn. “Have you been looking for Bond again? Timothea, it’s not that I don’t want you to remember him, it’s just that you’ve forgotten. He left when you were most desperate and took all the money you saved. He doesn’t deserve forgiveness at all!”

Elmer’s eyes were red and he was shouting at the top of his lungs.

“Have you forgotten what you said to me when you woke up five years ago? You said you would forget that man and marry me.”

“I haven’t forgotten.” Timothea frowned slightly. “I know I had nothing back then and it was you who used all your savings to treat my illness and donated your bone marrow. Elmer, I will marry you. But... Bond is still a knot in my heart. I want to understand why he was so cruel to leave without saying anything.”

Looking at Timothea’s face, filled with pain and confusion, my heart ached.

It was a pity that I was already dead.

I couldn’t make a sound and I couldn’t tell her the reason.

I could only rely on this resentment and my remaining consciousness to watch everything unfold. That night, I watched with my own eyes as Timothea carefully placed the watch she’d ordered for me five years ago on Elmer’s wrist.

Then she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

“Elmer, I know how much you’ve loved me these past five years. Don’t worry, our wedding will go ahead next month.”

Elmer’s expression brightened with reassurance.

“Then just promise me you won’t look for Bond again. After we get married, we’ll have a child and we’ll live happily as a family of three…”

With beautiful dreams in his heart, Elmer peacefully fell asleep in Timothea’s arms.

As he fell asleep, Timothea suddenly remembered something and got up and went downstairs.

She called her assistant. “I remember you said that the hotel cleaner was using Bond’s phone?”

The next day, Timothea received all the information about the hotel’s cleaner.

“Harper, male, 32 years old…” The assistant read the information.

Timothea’s brows furrowed as she listened.

“Ms. Johnston, we’ve already investigated. Harper has no connection to Bond. They probably don’t know each other.”

Timothea’s face remained expressionless. She tapped her fingers on the table and said calmly, “I understand. You can leave first.”

From then on, Timothea’s attention began to focus more and more on Harper.

One day, while leaving to get off work, Harper was blocked in an alley by several drunken men and nearly bullied.

Timothea, sitting in a black luxury car, watched expressionlessly.

Just as they were about to pull off Harper’s pants, a fist struck them, knocking them over.

Harper stared at her, still terrified. “It was you? Thank you for saving me…”

Timothea said nothing, took off her coat and covered him. “Where’s home? I’ll take you there.”

Harper shook his head bitterly. “No, I don’t have money for rent, so I’m sleeping in the hotel’s cleaning room.”

Timothea looked at him in surprise. Half an hour later, she handed Harper a bank card.

“Don’t work at the hotel anymore. Come be my assistant.”

Harper realized what was happening and was immediately overjoyed.

From that day on, she became Timothea’s personal assistant.

Her clothes were ironed by Harper.

Her life plans were arranged by Harper.

And yet, he did it better than anyone else.

But that day, Timothea came home early and leaned against the doorway, watching Harper clean out his closet.

As she watched, her expression changed.

“How do you know how to tie a bow like that?”

Timothea rushed over and grabbed the tie tightly, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

In his memory, only one person could do that: me, Bond.

Back in our humble rental apartment, I always used this method to amuse Timothea. Even the string used to tie the cake had to be tied with this kind of bow.

Timothea’s eyes flushed and she gripped Harper’s shoulders firmly.

“Tell me the truth, what’s your relationship with Bond? Where is he?”

Harper shook his head in confusion and fear.

“Ms. Johnston, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I learned how to tie a bow online.”

Timothea was completely unwilling to accept this.

Her intuition told her that Harper must be connected to Bond, but she hadn’t found out what that relationship was.

Timothea stared at the man in front of her.

It was as if she could see through his face to the person behind him.

I floated in midair, a mixture of emotions.

Harper and I looked about 50% similar, but there were some differences in our gestures.

But if he was deliberately imitating me, someone who wasn’t particularly familiar with me wouldn’t be able to tell.

For example, his expression and demeanor at that moment made Timothea feel complicated and even the strength of her grip weakened considerably. As the two stared at each other, an ambiguous atmosphere gradually developed and Harper’s cheeks grew hot.

“Ms. Johnston, are you thinking of me as someone’s replacement? Do you love that man very much?”

Timothea’s eyes grew clearer and she was about to let go.

Harper’s face suddenly showed pain and he fell back.

“I feel so dizzy, Ms. Johnston…”

Timothea held him firmly.

Elmer, who had just arrived, witnessed this scene. He froze in place, his face pale and the teacup in his hand clattered to the ground, shattering into pieces.

“Timothea! Who is this man?” Elmer felt as if his entire body was about to break.

He threw himself over and sobbed uncontrollably.

“Timothea, is this what you said about forgetting Bond and planning to live with me? If you really had forgotten him, why would you have found a replacement?”

“Elmer, stop it.”

Timothea frowned and stopped Elmer’s movements. “He’s just my new personal assistant. He has nothing to do with Bond.”

But Elmer wouldn’t believe anything she said. “You’re both hugging each other now and you still dare to claim innocence? Timothea, you heartless person, have you forgotten when you were lying in bed with leukemia, with no one paying attention and I was the only one taking care of you? I knew you’d never forgotten Bond all these years!”

“Elmer!” Timothea frowned fiercely. “That’s enough. He was just feeling unwell and I was just supporting him. Nothing happened between us. Don’t let your imagination run wild. The wedding will go on as planned next month.”

Soon, a private doctor arrived to see Harper.

“Ms. Johnston, Mr. Heath is overworked and needs to rest.”

So, Timothea gave him a week off.

Harper didn’t have a place to live to begin with and as a personal assistant, he’d been living in the nanny’s quarters on the first floor of the villa.

Especially since he hadn’t been working these past few days and had been living in the villa every day, Elmer was practically gnashing his teeth. That day, while Timothea was away, Elmer stared at him coldly. “Harper, right? I’ve researched you. You’re just a cleaner. Timothea hired you as her personal assistant out of pity. If you think you can replace me this way, then give up on it!”

Elmer deliberately pulled out a wedding photo of Timothea and me and waved it in front of Harper with a sneer.

“Do you think you bear a resemblance to the man in the photo? I’ll tell you straight up, my wife hates the man in the photo. She only keeps you around because you look like him and wants to take revenge on him. If you had any sense, you’d get out of here.”

Harper kept his head down, his emotions unreadable; only a muffled tone could be heard, “Got it.”

Elmer even had someone write a resignation letter on the spot and had Harper give it to Timothea.

When he took the resignation letter to the study, Harper saw Timothea, drunk once again and lay lost in thought on the lounge chair in the study.

She stared blankly at a pendant on the wall.

She glanced at it and immediately recognized it as a worthless street vendor item.

How could Timothea, a billionaire CEO, even care for such a cheap item?

Before he could ask, Timothea spoke up. “This was given to me by Bond. I was broke back then. He’d been dating me since I was 18. He said that as long as I had this God of Wealth pennis pendant, I’d become a millionaire.”

Timothea’s face flickered with a wry smile.

“It’s a pity that this day has come, but he’s gone. Harper, how cruel could this man be? To force me to have an abortion, leave me with a divorce agreement and walk away when he thought I wouldn’t live long?”

Harper lowered his head in silence for a long moment before replying, “Then have you ever considered that he might be dead?”

“Impossible!”

Timothea bristled. “I forbid you to curse him! A man as cruel as him has avoided me for five years. I wonder where he’s gone to live a comfortable life. How could he possibly be dead?”

Harper smiled. “Just pretend I didn’t say anything, Ms. Johnston. This is the resignation letter Mr. Elmer asked me to give you. He told me to get out.”

That night, the villa’s power went out.

Outside the window, a torrential rain began to fall, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Harper opened my closet and pulled out the pajamas I’d been wearing.

He ran up to Elmer, pretending to be haunted and startled him into a shrill scream.

“Ah! Bond, don’t come looking for me… Get out of here! I didn’t kill you. Blame your own bad luck!”

Elmer was so frightened he went insane. He ran for his life but bumped into someone’s chest and let out another shrill, terrified scream.

“Elmer, it’s me!”

The next second, the lights flickered on.

Timothea appeared with a stern face.

“Enough! Stop playing tricks. Harper, I knew you had ulterior motives from the beginning. Now tell me what you’re up to. What’s your plan?”

Hearing this, Harper sneered and took off his mask. “I didn’t expect you’d figured it out already. Timothea, haven’t you always suspected my purpose for coming here?”

He was a completely different person from the cleaner before. Now he stared coldly at Elmer, pointed at him and said, “I’m here to expose this man’s evil nature.”

Guilt flashed across Elmer’s already pale and disheveled face and he panicked and shook Timothea’s arm.

“Timothea, don’t listen to his nonsense. This bitch is deliberately trying to sow discord among us. Get him out!”

Timothea, who always doted on Elmer, now remained motionless.

She patted Elmer’s back gently.

“Don’t worry. I want to see what he’s up to. Harper, just say what you want to say.”

Harper sneered, his eyes fixed coldly on the man in her arms. “Elmer, do you dare tell Timothea where Bond is and whether he’s alive or dead? And who was the person who donated bone marrow to Timothea?”