if she is dead, I’ll dig up her body and whip
it.”
The last words dripped with venom. He meant
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every word.
I was almost glad I was already cremated.
Otherwise, that would have been ugly.
Before the worker could say anything, Ben
got a phone call and bolted.
Weird thing was, my spirit tagged along with
him.
I was stuck in the passenger seat, listening to
him chat with some woman on the phone.
I knew that voice. It was Chloe Miller, the
adopted daughter of the Thompson family.
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Back when Ben and I were a thing, she tried
to get me to leave him.
When I refused, she started making my life
hell, spreading rumors at my job, having
people harass me.
When Ben found out, he gave her a piece of
his mind and swore he’d kick her out if she
messed with me again.
That’s when Chloe started acting right, for a
little while.
Ben’s face iced over when he mentioned me.
“Why bring her up? She’s bad news, and
probably not even dead.”
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“What if she was dead, Ben? What would you
do?” Chloe’s voice was hesitant.
My heart skipped a beat. I turned to look at
Ben.
The old Ben wouldn’t have been able to
handle me getting a papercut, let alone dying.
He said I was his treasure, that he’d cherish
me forever.
But now, Ben just laughed, cold as ice. “I’d throw a three–day party and set off fireworks
across the whole damn city.”
My eyes widened in disbelief. It hit me then:
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Ben hated me that much.
My death was something to celebrate.
But Ben, I was dead, it’s just that you don’t
believe it.
The car pulled up to a bridal shop, and Ben
strode inside.
He was as eager as the day we eloped and he
dragged me to a bridal shop.
Back then, he couldn’t wait to see me in a
wedding dress.
He held me tight, said I was the most
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beautiful bride in the world.
