Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Christopher Moore had been my childhood friend. We’d grown up together, sharing **
day we started dating. I couldn’t wait to tell Christopher the news
Back then, instead of being happy, Christopher lanked at me with a complex ****
“Do you really like him? You’re not just fooling around?”
I replied without hesitation. “I love him. The kind of love where I want to spend my bite with b
That day, Christopher–normally chatty–suddenly became uncharacteristically pret
Not long after, he applied to study abroad, and as William and I faced pressure from our families, Chur
Then William’s mother passed away, and his love turned to nothing but barred for me. Christopher came by trusted
He asked me if I wanted to leave with him.
His eyes were determined, filled with urgency,
But I couldn’t leave William, who had become a shell of his former self. I turned down Christopher’s offer
He was furious with me for being so weak, and not long after, he left for another two years broe
During those years, my love for William slowly eroded, worn down by his relentless haired,
I wanted to leave him.
When Christopher heard, he flew back without a second thought,
But before I could leave, while paying my final respects at William’s mother’s greve, I overheard falte course conte
It was then I learned the truth–that night William’s mother had called me, Isabella hed visked her, begging her to way mode and fat hay bar.
William.
When William’s mother realized Isabella’s intentions, she was so furious that she had a heart attack, keleta duda kes kakedin and talke delayed calling for help, leading to her death.
Overcome with shock, I rushed to tell William the truth–only to remember he had long since blocked w
He had called me vicious, and said he didn’t want anything more to do with me.
With no other option, I decided to tell him in person, but on my way to meet him, I got into a car accidia,
I died on the spot,
Looking back, it was all in vain.
To William, Isabella was pure and innocent. How could he ever believe she was responsible for his mother’s desti
A phone ringing jolted me back to reality,
William Miller, who had been wearing his usual cold, indifferent expression, suddenly looked conflicted when he sway the caller (b)
“William, tomorrow’s your mom’s anniversary, Should we go together?”
“Yeah, I’ll pick you up.”
“Okay”
There was a pause. Then, her voice came, hesitant. “What about Olivia? Is she coming too!”
Willialy’s face darkened instantly, his voice cold and distant. “She’s dead”
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Chapter 4
After hajging up he abruptly spam the car around.
I followed him to the crematorium: Even though I was just a ghost now, the place still creeped me out, especially at this hour.
William, as if he couldn’t feel the chill in the air, hanged hard
“Where are Olivia Brown’s ashes? I want them back”
The staff member, taken aback, stared at him. Recognition flickered in his eyes he knew this was the saine man who had scattered my ashes.
“Mr. Miller, I’m sorry, but Ms. Brown’s ashes were blown away by the wind. We couldn’t recover them.”
Iremember that moment all too well he hadn’t just scattered them; he crushed them beneath his feet.
how he wanted
What? so he could
sm back?
miliate me all over again? Maybe he planned to scatter my ashes at his mother’s grave, rubbing it in one last time.
The tension in the air thickened as William grabbed the guy by the collar, his voice dangerous and low.
“Don’t lie to me. There was no wind that day. You’ve got three minutes to hand over Olivia Brown’s ashes.”
