Love Story8 Chapter 1
Love Story8–Chapter 1
William Miller arrived two hours later,
His clothes were a bit disheveled, with glaring lipstick marks on his collar.
It was obvious he had just come from flirting with someone.
Finding a staff member, he sneered, “Where are Olivia Brown’s ashes? Wasn’t I supposed to pick them up?”
Once the staff confirmed his identity, they handed him the box containing my ashes,
iam Miller took it casually, a mocking glint in his eyes,
“Are you sure this is really Olivia Brown’s ashes? You didn’t just throw in some random bits to trick me, did you?”
The staff was taken aback. “Mr. Miller, this is indeed Mrs. Brown’s ashes, it’s all recorded. Would you like to see the documentation?”
William Miller smirked, “No need, I trust you.”
I let out a sigh of relief. For some reason, even though I was dead, my spirit lingered.
I thought it might be because I hadn’t been laid to rest properly.
Now that William Miller believed I was dead, even if he hated me, he would probably handle my burial out of respect for our history, wouldn’t he?
But before I could feel relieved, the next moment, William Miller suddenly exclaimed.
The urn slipped from his hands, and my ashes scattered across the floor.
William Miller laughed cruelly, “Oops, my hand slipped.”
With that, he stomped his foot down, grinding my ashes under his shoe.
I gasped, meeting his mockingly amused gaze. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
Until my ashes were completely lost in the cracks of the ground, blending with the dust.
Ofly then did William Miller finally withdraw his foot with satisfaction.
He chuckled at the staff’s shocked expressions, “Make sure to tell Olivia Brown that this little stunt was quite novel, but ultimately a failure.”
“In a few days, it will be my mom’s memorial. She better go to my mom’s grave to atone for her sins. Otherwise, even if she really is dead, I wouldn’t mind digging up her body myself to desecrate it.”
The last words dripped with coldness, sending shivers down everyone’s spine.
But I knew he was capable of such a thing.
I suddenly felt relieved that my body had already been cremated.
Otherwise, that scene would have been unbearable.
Before the staff could even respond, William Miller was called away by a phone call.
Strangely enough, my spirit trailed right beside him. I found myself reluctantly seated in the passenger seat, listening to him chat with the woman on the other end of the line.
I recognized that voice–Isabella Miller, the adopted daughter of the Millers. Back when William and I were still in love, she’d approached me, urging me to walk away from him. When I refused, she started targeting me, spreading rumors at my company and orchestrating harassment. William found out and gave her a harsh lesson, vowing to kick her out if she ever tried to bully me again. That put her in her place.
But now, when he mentioned me, William’s expression turned noticeably colder.
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Love Story8 Chapter 1
“Why bring her up? It’s bad luck. She isn’t really dead.”
“What if she really is dead, William? What would you do then?” Isabella’s voice was probing
My heart tightened, and I instinctively turned to look at William. If it were the William I used to knem, he wondda’t pet he bewfarskes ces my deat he’d have been torn apart by the slightest scratch on my hand. He used to call me his treasure, promising to keep me wife in his hawt forager
But now, he coldly replied, “Then I’d throw a three–day party and set off fireworks all over town to calairexte
I stared at him in disbelief, realizing just how deep his hatred for me ran. To him, my death was something to be calaturated
But William, I really am dead. You just don’t believe it yet.
The car stopped in front of a bridal shop. William Miller strode inside with a sense of urgency, just like the day hard brought me to one star ga
etly got married. Back then, he couldn’t wait to see me in a wedding dress. He had held me close, telling me I was the most beautiful bride is the world.
But now, he looked at Isabella Miller with the same soft gaze as she stood there, dressed in white. He gently brushed a strand of har behind her out his voice tender. “You look beautiful.”
Isabella blushed, lowering her head with a shy smile. When she looked back up, her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Willam, I’ve waited so long for you.”
Stunned, I watched in disbelief as Isabella leaned in and kissed William’s cheek. Desperately, I tried to stop it, reaching out, only for my hand to pass straight through William’s body. Helpless, I stood there, watching as he slid a ring onto Isabella’s finger
How could this be? Why her? She’s the one who caused his mother’s death.
William Miller!
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out–just the raw, silent cry of a broken heart. I stood frozen, numb, at Isabella tovirled in front of the mirror, glowing with excitement. Suddenly, she asked, “William, is she alright?”
