I make my final phone call to my boyfriend when a murderer is hunting me down. He thinks I'm messing with him and hangs up on me. That destroys the final sliver of hope I have for survival. He's celebrating his childhood friend's birthday when I'm being murdered. Later, as a restorative embalmer, he receives a body to restore. He loses his mind when he restores my shattered skull and realizes the body is mine.
View MoreA figure lunged at the glass, screaming with gut-wrenching fury. "Chloe Wright! I'm going to kill you! I swear I'll tear you to pieces!" Chloe froze in shock. The person roaring at her wasn't just anyone—it was Gavin.From the moment she was arrested right before his eyes, his mind snapped back into clarity. His madness had been a prison of his own making, but once he chose to wake up, he did. After Chloe was taken away, he left the psychiatric hospital. Using the connections he had built over the years, he listened in on her interrogations from the shadows. And now, at this moment, he finally believed everything I had told him. Chloe had loved him, but the feelings she had for me were nothing but deep-seated hatred. "Chloe! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!" Gavin roared. Chloe let out a hollow, desolate laugh. "Gavin, I truly love you. If you must blame someone, blame me for loving you too much. Please, don't hate me. After all, I'll be sentenced to death too."
"Why did you have to fall in love with Sandra?" Chloe screamed. "She only met you first—if I had met you first, we would be the ones getting married!" Then, suddenly, she burst into laughter. "It's a good thing she's dead. Hahaha! She should have died long ago. As long as you're alive, you'll forget Sandra completely. And then, you'll be mine!" Gavin stared at her, lost and dazed. His mind was too broken to process what she was saying. Chloe smiled, full of certainty, as if victory was already in her grasp. "Gavin, I love you. I would do anything to have you. You have no idea how much I've sacrificed. Just to drive a wedge between you and Sandra, I tore my own ligament, leaving myself permanently disabled. She was right about me. My feelings for you were never just sibling affection." She clutched his hand tightly, her voice with emotion, "It's love, Gavin. I love you." Gavin blinked, confused. Then, suddenly, he smiled. "Sandra, I love you too." Chloe's face twisted in fur
My parents retrieved my body from the morgue and brought me home for burial. When Gavin heard the news, he lost his mind. He rushed back like a madman, desperate to see me one last time. For three days and three nights, he knelt outside my house, begging to take one final look at me. The household staff drove him away. "Haven't you seen enough? You were the one who mended Ms. Walker's body. You spent all that time with her, yet you never even recognized her. And now you have the nerve to ask for a final goodbye?" "If Ms. Walker's spirit still lingers, she wouldn't want to see you. Stop pretending to grieve—you're tainting the path she must take home."On the day of my burial, the skies opened with relentless rain—just like the night I was killed. Gavin was barred from the ceremony.He knelt at a distance, soaked to the bone, unmoving as mourners passed. Chloe rushed to his side, shielding him with an umbrella."Gavin, you haven't eaten in three days! You're weak! If you keep
Throughout my entire hospital stay, Gavin never left Chloe's side. He ignored me completely. He resented me for hurting her leg. No matter how many times I tried to explain, his patience with me wore thinner and thinner. "Sandra, do you even hear yourself? Do you really think this makes sense? Chloe is a young lady. Are you seriously saying she would go as far as tearing her own ligament just to frame you? That's impossible!" I fell silent. If I hadn't checked the security footage multiple times, if I hadn't dissected every second of that moment, I wouldn't have believed it either.But the more impossible it seemed, the more terrifying the truth became. She was ruthless—so ruthless that she was willing to destroy herself to take me down. Gavin had lost all patience with me. "Just let it go, Sandra. Stop bringing it up. Stop attacking Chloe. She's like a sister to me, and you two have to see each other all the time. Can't you just get along?" Chloe had always been the favor
I warned Chloe not to rush, not to push herself too hard. But she only smirked. "Sandra, are you afraid that once I master the moves, I'll have a better figure than you? That I'll become a threat?"I was speechless. If she wanted to train, then I would let her be. It was her decision, and I wouldn't stand in her way. That evening, after all the students had left, only the two of us remained in the studio. Suddenly, Chloe called out, "Chloe, I can't get up. Can you give me a hand?" I reached out to pull her up, but the next second, a sharp tug sent me sprawling forward. Chloe yanked me down with all her strength, and I lost my balance, crashing on top of her. Then, a piercing scream echoed through the empty studio. "My leg! My leg! It hurts so much!" Chloe clutched her calf, writhing in agony. "Sandra, why did you press down like that? You know I'm not flexible enough. You can't just force a stretch like that!" I was caught completely off guard and fumbled for words, tryi
When Gavin regained consciousness, he found Chloe sitting by his hospital bed. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Between sobs, she choked out, "Gavin, I knew everything about Sandra… It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have run away from home… and she wouldn't have been…" Her emotional words, meant to comfort, shattered the last vestiges of Gavin's already broken mind. I watched him anxiously, but he didn't react at all. His expression remained unchanged—completely numb. His eyes, once sharp and full of life, were now empty, lifeless. It was as if Chloe wasn't even there.Desperate, she reached for his hand, her voice rising in panic. "Gavin, please! Say something! It's me, Chloe!" No matter how much she cried or pleaded, Gavin remained motionless. Then, with a deafening bang, the door burst open."Gavin! How could you do this to my daughter?" My parents stormed in, their faces streaked with tears. For the first time since waking up, a flicker of awaren
A flicker of hope ignited within me for a fleeting moment. Then, just as quickly, it was extinguished. Gavin murmured my name, then shook his head, letting out a laugh that bordered on mocking himself for having such a foolish thought. He dismissed the thought and went back to work, leaving my heart to plunge into an abyss of ice. Four days had passed, yet he still hadn't realized it was me. Even after that desperate phone call, he had brushed it off as a joke. Then, suddenly, he set down his restoration tools, removed his lab coat, and grabbed his phone. "I'll be back in a bit." He left the lab and dialed my number. There was no answer. He tried again. And again. 10, 20, countless times—his expression growing more unsettled with each failed attempt. I let out a bitter smile. "Gavin, are you finally putting the pieces together?"With no response, he left a voicemail. "Sandra, stop messing around, okay? I need you to answer me. I was wrong. I want to apologize. Let's end
Chloe stayed over at my place that night and invited Gavin to watch a romantic movie. On-screen, the lead couple embraced passionately, their love filling the room with an air of intimacy.Chloe's eyes sparkled with anticipation. She turned to look at Gavin, waiting—hoping—for something—anything.But Gavin wasn't watching the movie. He was staring at his phone, his fingers gently tracing my profile picture.Chloe's expression darkened instantly. She forced a smile, about to say something, but Gavin spoke before she could.He rubbed his temples, his voice lacing with exhaustion. "Chloe, I'm heading to bed. You can finish the movie alone. Let me know if you need anything." Chloe clenched her fists but kept her tone light. "Alright, Gavin. Rest well." As soon as he shut the bedroom door, her mask cracked. She grabbed a stuffed animal from the couch, her fingers tightening around its neck. "Die! Sandra, you should just die!" She dug her nails into the fabric, strangling it befo
Gavin brought Chloe back to the home that used to belong to the two of us. The moment she stepped inside, she noticed the traces of my absence. Chloe asked, her voice cautious, "Gavin, is Sandra still mad?" She could guess why I had left. "Yeah. She went back to one of her places."Besides the home Gavin and I shared, I owned several other properties. Whenever we argued, I would choose one at random and stay there.Chloe bit her lip, looking guilty. "This is all my fault," she murmured. "I was too selfish… That night, I was really vulnerable. I just needed you so much…""I understand why Sandra is upset," she added softly. "I just hope you two won't keep fighting because of me." Gavin chuckled indulgently. "This isn't your fault. Sandra is just being unreasonable. Don't worry. This time, unless she apologizes to you, I won't forgive her." Chloe pressed her lips together to suppress a smile, then sniffled as if she were holding back tears. "It's my fault… I'll go make you s
My body was discovered three days after my death by a janitor. All of my limbs were there, but my head was missing.Gavin Hart was assigned to restore my corpse. It was no easy task. I had been brutally dismembered. The fragments were scattered like a macabre puzzle, and the reconstruction process required painstaking precision to fit each part back into its proper place. He exhaled sharply. "This woman died a terrible death. I've never seen a corpse this mutilated before." His assistant, Steven Brown, carefully piecing my abdomen together, sighed. "She was pregnant. The baby was already formed. Two lives lost… What a tragedy." I hovered in the air and silently watched Gavin's back. He didn't recognize me. Seven years of love, countless nights spent in each other's arms, yet he couldn't even recognize my body. I wondered what expression he would make when he finally found my head and realized who I was.Gavin turned over what was left of my back, stitching up the deep, crisscro...
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