Betrayed Bride

heart. It was as if his world had ended. But I knew that I was still with him, still a part of his life. I wished I could tell him that, but I knew it was impossible. I was a ghost, and h

follow him. But I knew I couldn't. I was trapped in this place, between life and death. And yet, I f

them. My best friend, Annabel, was there too. She was crying harder than anyone else. She had known me since we were children, and we had been inseparable ever s

d out and touched my cheek, her tears falling on my face. And then, she turned and walked out of the room. I felt a sense of sadness, knowing that she would never see

to prepare me for the mortuary. I followed them as they lifted me onto a gurney and wheeled me out of the room. I could hear the hospital staff talking, m

I watched them, not knowing what to feel. I had never imagined this moment, never thought about what it would be like to be dead. I felt

er, the need for justice. I knew that someone had killed me, and I wasn't going to rest until I found out who it was. I had to find the person who had done

ccident when I was only ten years old. I was devastated by the loss of my father, while my mother worked tirelessly to provide for me. Even though w

ing across from me. He was tall and handsome, with dark hair and hazel eyes. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. We started talking, and I quickly realized that we had a lot in common. We