Chapter 1

I lay on the hospital bed, taking my last shallow breaths.

I looked at my daughter, Vivian. She stood by my bed, staring at me with cold, detached eyes. She was wearing a revealing, sparkly outfit from a shady VIP club.

"I can make five hundred dollars a night now as a VIP hostess."

"It’s way better than the measly hundred dollars you threw at me every month."

My chest burned. I coughed up blood, desperately trying to explain, but she reached out and pulled the plug on my oxygen tank herself.

"Melanie was right. You don’t deserve to be a mother."

It was only after my death, as a roaming spirit, that I learned the truth. My most trusted best friend, Melanie, had teamed up with my husband.

They had pocketed the $50,000 monthly allowance I sent for Vivian, leaving her with almost nothing.

Their son went to an elite private academy, throwing money around like water.

Meanwhile, my daughter was forced into shady nightclubs just to buy food and survive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the exact moment I was about to transfer the $50,000. Melanie was sitting right next to me, her voice sweet and gentle:

"Chloe, babe, did you send the money yet? Vivian said she wants a new Chanel bag."