When True Heart Emerges Chinese Short Drama

My body was cold. I knew I was dead, a helpless spirit hovering above my own corpse in a cheap apartment. It was Christmas Eve, a day meant for warmth and family, but I died alone.

Three days later, my six-year-old son, Leo, finally stopped thinking I was just sleeping. He called his billionaire father, Ethan Miller, begging for help.

Instead of concern, Ethan' s voice was sharp and impatient, cutting through the silence. "What? Why are you calling me? Where's your mother?" He laughed harshly when Leo said I wouldn't wake up. "She's always sleeping. Or complaining. Tell her to stop being so dramatic."

Leo pleaded, "No, Daddy, it's different. She's cold." But Ethan, fueled by his mistress Sarah's whispers, twisted his words into an accusation about money and a heating bill. He hung up, demanding I apologize to him myself.