Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Billionaire Is 11

The moment I realized it, rage flooded my chest.

People always say that after death, you turn into a vengeful spirit, seeking revenge. But clearly, that's just a myth. It felt like I was trapped inside an invisible barrier, unable to do anything. Even with my enemy right in front of me, I couldn't touch her!

I could only watch as she claimed all my hard work, day after day, using it to win effortless praise from everyone.

Those paintings were never meant to earn praise. They were created to heal myself.

For the past two years, thanks to Anna, my emotions had been in a downward spiral. I even went to see a therapist, who told me I was suffering from severe depression. Medication could only suppress it but not fix it. He suggested that I either distance myself from the source of my depression or learn how to heal.

I knew the source all too well-it was Anna and Luke. But at the time, I was so consumed by my obsession that I allowed myself to sink deeper into the darkness.

Before I left the Sanders' house, I often hid in the basement studio, painting over and over again, getting hurt and then healing myself, over and over.

I never imagined that even in death, Anna wouldn't leave my work alone.

Suddenly, someone noticed the signature on one of the paintings, like they had just discovered something huge.

middle school, I used the pseudonym "S" to enter a design competition, and

they'd think I was wasting my time on art, I

quickly gained followers who kept pushing me to release more work. Every year, I'd publish a new piece, though no one knew it was

I didn't explain or try to clear

"S," while others said

anything, and within two weeks, the

Anna had unearthed all the paintings I hadn't

within the artwork, and some of my longtime

was brought up again. Some people were busy insulting me, while others were praising

the internet was flooded with people accusing me of impersonating

under the name S was now

this unfold, a complex expression appearing in his eyes. Even though he didn't know that I was S, he was still familiar with

could it be if not

looked different from what you usually

just one style. I can paint in lots of ways. Luke, you'll get

slid down his chest.