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.

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

time, my parents had high expectations for me. Fearing they'd think I was wasting my time on art, I didn't

gained followers who kept pushing me to release more work. Every year, I'd publish a new piece,

But I didn't care for fame, so I didn't explain or try to clear up the confusion,

debate online-some people claimed I was "S," while others said I was just riding

clarify anything, and within two weeks, the whole

had unearthed all the paintings I hadn't publicly

habit of hiding my signature within the artwork, and some of my longtime fans instantly recognized

brought up again. Some people were busy insulting me, while others were praising her. Anna, under the title of "genius artist,"

quickly shared online, and soon the internet was flooded with

the name S was now

in his eyes. Even though he didn't know that I was S, he was still familiar with my

up with tears. "Luke, who else could it be if not me? Haven't you always

style looked different

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

slowly slid down his chest.