My Fiancée Extracted My Teeth and Bone Marrow for Her Childhood Sweetheart, but After My Death, She Went Crazy With Regret

To fix his teeth, my fiancée decided to pull out all of mine.

She personally pushed me into the operating room and ordered the doctor to rip out every last healthy tooth in my mouth with a pair of pliers.

Because I was allergic to anesthesia, the doctor didn't use any during treatment. Each extraction sent a searing jolt of pain through my nerves.

I shook uncontrollably, my body wracked with agony.

By the time only one tooth remained, my mouth was a bloody ruin. The metallic stench of blood filled the air.

Faintly, I heard her voice from outside the door.

"He can't even handle this pain. Has he forgotten what he did to Hank? He's going to pay for that."

"Also, take his bone marrow. Hank needs it to recover."

The surgeon stepped forward with a needle thick as a thumb and drove it into my spine. He withdrew my bone marrow while I thrashed and convulsed on the floor, unable to stop my screams from tearing through the air.

When the last tooth was pulled, my gums erupted with blood. I could feel my life draining away.

In a final moment of desperation, I called her.

She picked up, annoyed. "You're whining over a little bone marrow? Did you ever know how much it hurt when you knocked out Hank's tooth? You want me to forgive you? Then die."

And I did.

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When my grandma brought my ashes home, she looked like a ghost herself. Her gray hair had turned completely white.

It was the second time she had buried someone she loved. There was no one left in this world for her.

The moment she stepped into the yard, she saw Ruby Chow commanding her men to smash everything in sight.

"I don't care if I have to tear this place apart! Jack Grayson must come out and give Hank his tooth!"

My grandma stumbled forward, her voice trembling. "Ruby, what are you doing? Jack is dead. Do you want to torment his soul, too?"

Ruby shoved her aside and sneered. "You're both cut from the same rotten cloth. Hank's other tooth is loose now. Get your grandson out here!"

As she fell, my grandma clutched the urn tightly to her chest, glaring with fierce sorrow.

"You killed Jack. How dare you come here and cause this chaos? If I'd known this day would come, I never would've taken in you two ungrateful wolves."

Ruby kicked the urn aside carelessly. "Cut the act. No one dies from a tooth extraction. You and your grandson are both liars."

The urn hit the ground with a crack. Ash scattered across the floor.

Panicked, my grandma crawled toward it, trying to gather what was left. But Ruby crushed her hand under a sharp high heel.

"You old hag, this isn't ash. It's flour! You think you can fool me? Where's Jack? If you don't bring him out, I'll burn this place down!"

My grandma cried out in pain, her hand trembling violently, but her eyes never left the ashes.

I lunged forward, trying to shove Ruby away—only to pass straight through her.

That was when I realized—I was no longer alive.

My grandma glared at Ruby, her voice quaking. "You ungrateful snake. Have you already forgotten how kind Jack was to you? How could you repay him like this?"

Ruby kicked my grandma again. "You think I forgot what it's like to grow up begging for scraps? Hank and I were nothing back then. You have no idea how it felt."

"We were all castoffs. As long as I breathe, no one touches a hair on Hank's head."

Just then, a bodyguard ran over. "Ms. Chow, we've searched everywhere. He's not here."

Furious, Ruby picked up the urn and flung it into the dog food bowl.

"I'm telling you now—if Jack doesn't show up tomorrow, I'll send every one of these mutts to the butcher."

"And as for you, old woman—you'll be out on the streets, where you belong."

The dogs barked wildly at her. She picked up a rock and hurled it at them.

"Shut up! You're just like your owner—filthy animals!"

As they left, one of the guards kicked over the bowl. Ashes spilled into the dirt.

Once they were gone, my grandma gently picked up what remained of me. She refilled the food bowls for the dogs—donations from kind strangers.

As the dogs ate, she suddenly coughed up blood. Ruby didn't know that my grandma had stomach cancer from years of exhaustion.

She popped a painkiller and carried me—or what was left of me—into the trailer. She placed the urn next to my parents' memorial photos.

After their fatal car crash, the vultures on the board split up Grayson Tech's assets. We were left with nothing.

Grandma held the family together by scavenging every day. She supported the three of us—me, Ruby, Hank—but those two never showed an ounce of gratitude.

Her face had aged years in days. Her only wish had been to see me marry and start a family. That dream was dead now.

She'd taken in so many strays. They were all she had left.

But because of me, Ruby would soon destroy everything.

And when that day came, I couldn't imagine how broken she would be.