A Star in the Night Sky Chapter 1

After breaking up with Ethan Cole, I found out I was three months pregnant.

I raised my daughter Lily alone for five years.

But working three jobs took its toll, and I died suddenly from a stroke.

I floated in mid-air.

Suddenly I saw.

Ethan Cole, now an award-winning movie star.

Knocking on my door.

* * *

It took a long time for the door to open.

"Who are you?"

The one who opened the door was my daughter, Lily.

She stood on her tiptoes to reach the lock of the main door, taking quite a while.

She looked warily at my ex-boyfriend, who was also her biological father, Ethan Cole.

Seeing it wasn't me, Lily was about to close the door immediately.

Ethan propped the door open.

Frowning, "Where is Chloe Cloud?"

Lily thought for a moment, looked up, and smiled brightly.

"You're looking for my mom. My mom isn't home."

"She's working."

Ethan's face turned grim.

He asked again: "Where's your dad?"

[It's you! Her father is you!]

I shouted anxiously in mid-air, but he couldn't hear.

Lily thought for a bit.

"My dad is making big money in a very faraway place. Mom said he'll come to pick us up when he makes enough money."

Ethan's brow furrowed tightly.

Suddenly he laughed self-deprecatingly.

Muttering to himself in a low voice.

"Heh, I was crazy to think you would wait for me."

With that.

He turned to leave.

He suddenly paused again.

Asked for Lily's full name.

"Lily Cloud."

"Mom says I'm her little lily flower, so I'm called Lily Cloud."

Lily said it with great pride.

Ethan's gaze searched her face.

Seeming to look for some proof.

But in the end, he said nothing.

Stepped into his stretch limo.

I watched the car driving away in the distance, screaming.

[Don't go, Ethan Cole. If you leave, what will happen to our Lily?]

[She's only five. How can she survive alone?]

I gently coaxed my daughter, who was blinking her eyes watching the car speeding away in the dust.

[Lily be good, go chase daddy. Now that mommy is gone, only he can raise you.]

But Lily couldn't hear either.

She just said one sentence: "What a strange uncle."

Then closed the door.

At this moment, I wished I could slap myself hard.

Why didn't I tell Lily who her father was earlier.

Why didn't I show Lily a photo of her biological father.

This is all my fault.

It doesn't matter if I die.

But what about my daughter?