The Undeniable Dead

Name: The Undeniable Dead
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For three years, I'd been a silent, unseen presence, a ghost tethered to the man who ruined my life: Rick Thompson. Today, his opulent Manhattan penthouse boomed with a lavish birthday party for his new fiancée, a celebration that should have been my own. Amidst the champagne and laughter, Rick casually remembered me, his ex, telling his assistant to send me leftover food at the "wellness clinic" he'd sent me to. Moments later, the assistant returned, pale-faced, revealing the horrifying truth: I had died almost three years ago, and the critical funds Rick set aside for my care had never arrived. Rick dismissed it as a crude trick, but his call to my family confirmed my heartbroken mother's worst fears. Enraged, he stormed into our humble West Virginia home, confronting my crippled brother and grieving mother, smashing my memorial photo. His new fiancée, Tiffany, fueled his delusion, suggesting I was alive and hiding. He then ordered his men to dig up my grave in the old church cemetery. I, a helpless ghost, watched in silent horror as my desecrated coffin revealed my skeletal remains-undeniable proof of my death. The brutal sight, coupled with the crushing realization of his colossal mistake, triggered a massive stroke in my already fragile mother, claiming her life right there at my graveside. Rick, finally comprehending the monstrous scope of his folly, collapsed in agony, consumed by guilt. With newfound, chilling resolve, Rick turned his immense resources, not to create, but to destroy, vowing to meticulously unravel every lie that led to my family's ruin and embark on a relentless path of vengeance against the true architect of our tragedy.

Crime Family Revenge Drama Billionaires

Chapter 10

06-21 14:20

Introduction

For three years, I'd been a silent, unseen presence, a ghost tethered to the man who ruined my life: Rick Thompson.

Today, his opulent Manhattan penthouse boomed with a lavish birthday party for his new fiancée, a celebration that should have been my own.

Amidst the champagne and laughter, Rick casually remembered me, his ex, telling his assistant to send me leftover food at the "wellness clinic" he'd sent me to. Moments later, the assistant returned, pale-faced, revealing the horrifying truth: I had died almost three years ago, and the critical funds Rick set aside for my care had never arrived.

Rick dismissed it as a crude trick, but his call to my family confirmed my heartbroken mother's worst fears.

Enraged, he stormed into our humble West Virginia home, confronting my crippled brother and grieving mother, smashing my memorial photo.

His new fiancée, Tiffany, fueled his delusion, suggesting I was alive and hiding. He then ordered his men to dig up my grave in the old church cemetery.

I, a helpless ghost, watched in silent horror as my desecrated coffin revealed my skeletal remains-undeniable proof of my death.

The brutal sight, coupled with the crushing realization of his colossal mistake, triggered a massive stroke in my already fragile mother, claiming her life right there at my graveside.

Rick, finally comprehending the monstrous scope of his folly, collapsed in agony, consumed by guilt.

With newfound, chilling resolve, Rick turned his immense resources, not to create, but to destroy, vowing to meticulously unravel every lie that led to my family's ruin and embark on a relentless path of vengeance against the true architect of our tragedy.