My Revenge After Death

To save my family, I was dying of silver poisoning, my fiancé Marcus, the Alpha who had promised to never abandon me, now wanted to harvest my healthy kidney for my parents' adopted daughter, Celeste.

Nobody cares if I live or die

So I refused the conservative treatment plan. I injected myself with the witch's life potion.

The price? In 72 hours, I would die from complete organ failure.

In those three days, I gave my private healing center—the one I'd built with my own hands—to Celeste. Mom and Dad beamed with joy. "Good girl, you've finally grown up. You're taking care of your sister now."

Marcus wanted to postpone our wedding to care for Celeste. I accepted it calmly. He praised me for finally being understanding.

I even gave up my position as the pack's chief healer to Celeste. My parents and Marcus were so excited they planned to throw her a grand celebration ball. They invited every important person with status in the pack to honor her new role.

I was just curious about one thing. After I died, would they shed a single tear for me?