Henry didn't even notice I was gone. He finished washing up and went straight to bed without so much as a phone call or a message asking where I had been.'I guess it's true. Once you have seen how much someone loves you, it's painfully obvious when they stop. You can sense it in a heartbeat,' I thought.Back then, if I didn't respond to his messages right away because I was swamped at work, he would blow up my phone with call after call. If I didn't answer, he would even drop everything to come to my office just to make sure I was safe.…"Isabella, no matter how busy you are, remember to text back.""I just need to know you're okay. You don't think I'm being annoying, right?""Next time, just send me a smiley face so I know you're safe. That's all I need."…But now? He couldn't even be bothered to send a message.The way we met was strange, too. It was because of my mother, a woman who had endured decades of domestic abuse before finally jumping off a high building, leaving
My body was sent to the funeral home where Henry worked, and it was he and Sophie who prepared me for burial. Henry was in charge of reconstructing my face while Sophie sorted out my personal belongings.They seemed to work so seamlessly together. I couldn't help but wonder, if they had this much chemistry at work, why did Henry always complain about her whenever he came home? Was it because of that old saying, "We're always stirred by what we can't have"?"She's so pitiful... she was even pregnant," Sophie murmured, staring at my autopsy report, which revealed that I had been three months along.Henry didn't answer. He remained focused as he carefully put my shattered skull back together.If I hadn't seen Sophie sneak my phone into her pocket while she was sorting through my belongings, I might have believed she genuinely felt sorry for me.My head had been crushed, making it nearly impossible to restore fully. All Henry could do was patch together a rough outline of my former
After Henry took the fetus away, he sent Sophie home. "Mr. Cadden, here's your warm water," she said.He smiled and tapped her nose affectionately. "You remembered, even though I only mentioned it once."'So, this is his home too, huh? No matter where he is, there's always a warm cup of water waiting for him,' I thought bitterly.Henry seemed to have thought of something after he drank the water. Ignoring Sophie's attempt to make him stay, he hurried out the door.As soon as he left, Sophie carelessly tossed my baby into the trash can. "Heh. Your mom is really a big loser. She couldn't beat me while she was alive, and now she's dead and can't even protect you."I watched helplessly, wanting to reach out and hold my baby, but every time I tried, my hands went right through her. I couldn't touch her."I'm sorry, my baby," I sobbed, squatting next to her tiny form. "It's my fault. In your next life, find a better mother. Don't come back to my belly."I couldn't stop crying. I nev
Oh, was it that he couldn't accept my death, or was it harder for him to face the fact that, in a way, he and Sophie had killed me together? Maybe there was still some shred of conscience left in him, making it impossible for him to accept that he destroyed the remains of our child with his own hands.Henry still couldn't believe the body was mine. He yanked my hair as if he planned to have it tested. Halfway there, he stopped in his tracks, collapsed to the ground, buried his face in his hands, and sobbed uncontrollably.Of course, what could he compare it against? I was an orphan now.My mother took her own life the same day she took my abusive father's. The only thing she left me was a single sentence. "Isabella, from now on, may you live a life of peace and happiness!"Growing up in the shadow of my parents' failed marriage made me terrified of love, scared to even think about walking down the aisle. It was Henry who told me that not all marriages were like that and that many c
The sudden change in my mother-in-law's behavior surprised me, though it made sense in a way. I mean, even if one raised a dog, one would eventually grow attached, right? But why was she grieving only now that I was gone? Why couldn't she have treated me better while I was still alive?"I'll go ahead and pack up Isabella's things. She doesn't need them where she's gone," she suggested."I've already packed everything," Henry replied weakly from the couch. Maybe she didn't hear him, or maybe she just wanted to check everything herself. She ignored him and continued toward the room."Henry, come here! Quickly!" she suddenly called out, her voice sharp and urgent.I floated toward her voice. Ah, she had opened the door to the nursery. She must have seen the surprise I had left for Henry. What was once meant to be a gesture of love now felt hollow.There was a scarf I had painstakingly knitted for Henry. Last autumn, his social media was flooded with posts about "the season's firs
It was when I floated after him that I found out. The hotel he had booked for his wedding ceremony this time was the same hotel where we held ours. Although I was bemused at Henry's actions, I couldn't care less anymore as I felt my spirit was about to leave this realm. While floating around the entire hall, I noticed that even the dishes served were identical to the ones at our wedding last time. At this moment, I couldn't help but realize how freakish and selfish he truly was.Dressed in the suit he wore during our wedding, Henry stood upright in the center of the hall. As for Sophie, she was wearing an ill-fitting wedding dress and clinging to him.The emcee urged Henry several times to hurry up and start the ceremony, but he didn't budge.Next to him, Sophie was so anxious that she almost cried. She reached out and quietly pulled Henry's sleeve. "Henry, let's just start already. The guests are waiting."Henry helped Sophie fix her hair and whispered, "No rush. The ceremony will
All the guests present gasped in shock when they heard Sophie's confession. Most of them left the hall in a hurry.Exasperated, Henry immediately slapped her across the face.Holding her stinging cheek, Sophie looked at him in disbelief. "Stop acting like a deeply affectionate husband! Could I have had the affair alone? It takes two to tango, you know! Besides, weren't you the one who cut her belly open and took the fetus out? Henry, you truly are inhuman!"Instead of answering Sophie, Henry dragged Sophie toward the elevator."Let go of me!"No matter how hard Sophie fought to break free, Henry never let go. He kept dragging her until they arrived at the rooftop."Henry, what are you trying to do?" As Sophie seemed to notice that something was strange with Henry's behavior, she tried to retreat. Unfortunately, Henry had already locked the door to the rooftop."You were right. We both are sinners. We have sinned against Isabella and her baby. So, let's atone for our sins here!"
On Valentine's Day, I died at the spot where Henry Cadden and I once pledged our love. I was hit in the head by a falling cabin from the Ferris wheel. Two lives were lost in an instant.And where was my husband? He was in the very same cabin that had just killed me, locked in an embrace and kissing Sophie Lloyd at that last second when it dropped."Mr. Cadden, if I hadn't moved so much, would she still be..."I hovered above, watching Sophie as she pressed herself tightly against him. Her voice was tinged with guilt as though she really felt sorry.I leaned in close to her ear and kept screaming, 'It's your fault! You kept moving, and that's why the cabin fell! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be dead!'But of course, she couldn't hear me."It's not your fault, Sophie," Henry murmured, holding her even tighter as if he feared I might rise from the dead and haunt them. "It's her fate. If it wasn't us in that cabin, someone else would've been. She was doomed either way.""I'm sca
All the guests present gasped in shock when they heard Sophie's confession. Most of them left the hall in a hurry.Exasperated, Henry immediately slapped her across the face.Holding her stinging cheek, Sophie looked at him in disbelief. "Stop acting like a deeply affectionate husband! Could I have had the affair alone? It takes two to tango, you know! Besides, weren't you the one who cut her belly open and took the fetus out? Henry, you truly are inhuman!"Instead of answering Sophie, Henry dragged Sophie toward the elevator."Let go of me!"No matter how hard Sophie fought to break free, Henry never let go. He kept dragging her until they arrived at the rooftop."Henry, what are you trying to do?" As Sophie seemed to notice that something was strange with Henry's behavior, she tried to retreat. Unfortunately, Henry had already locked the door to the rooftop."You were right. We both are sinners. We have sinned against Isabella and her baby. So, let's atone for our sins here!"
It was when I floated after him that I found out. The hotel he had booked for his wedding ceremony this time was the same hotel where we held ours. Although I was bemused at Henry's actions, I couldn't care less anymore as I felt my spirit was about to leave this realm. While floating around the entire hall, I noticed that even the dishes served were identical to the ones at our wedding last time. At this moment, I couldn't help but realize how freakish and selfish he truly was.Dressed in the suit he wore during our wedding, Henry stood upright in the center of the hall. As for Sophie, she was wearing an ill-fitting wedding dress and clinging to him.The emcee urged Henry several times to hurry up and start the ceremony, but he didn't budge.Next to him, Sophie was so anxious that she almost cried. She reached out and quietly pulled Henry's sleeve. "Henry, let's just start already. The guests are waiting."Henry helped Sophie fix her hair and whispered, "No rush. The ceremony will
The sudden change in my mother-in-law's behavior surprised me, though it made sense in a way. I mean, even if one raised a dog, one would eventually grow attached, right? But why was she grieving only now that I was gone? Why couldn't she have treated me better while I was still alive?"I'll go ahead and pack up Isabella's things. She doesn't need them where she's gone," she suggested."I've already packed everything," Henry replied weakly from the couch. Maybe she didn't hear him, or maybe she just wanted to check everything herself. She ignored him and continued toward the room."Henry, come here! Quickly!" she suddenly called out, her voice sharp and urgent.I floated toward her voice. Ah, she had opened the door to the nursery. She must have seen the surprise I had left for Henry. What was once meant to be a gesture of love now felt hollow.There was a scarf I had painstakingly knitted for Henry. Last autumn, his social media was flooded with posts about "the season's firs
Oh, was it that he couldn't accept my death, or was it harder for him to face the fact that, in a way, he and Sophie had killed me together? Maybe there was still some shred of conscience left in him, making it impossible for him to accept that he destroyed the remains of our child with his own hands.Henry still couldn't believe the body was mine. He yanked my hair as if he planned to have it tested. Halfway there, he stopped in his tracks, collapsed to the ground, buried his face in his hands, and sobbed uncontrollably.Of course, what could he compare it against? I was an orphan now.My mother took her own life the same day she took my abusive father's. The only thing she left me was a single sentence. "Isabella, from now on, may you live a life of peace and happiness!"Growing up in the shadow of my parents' failed marriage made me terrified of love, scared to even think about walking down the aisle. It was Henry who told me that not all marriages were like that and that many c
After Henry took the fetus away, he sent Sophie home. "Mr. Cadden, here's your warm water," she said.He smiled and tapped her nose affectionately. "You remembered, even though I only mentioned it once."'So, this is his home too, huh? No matter where he is, there's always a warm cup of water waiting for him,' I thought bitterly.Henry seemed to have thought of something after he drank the water. Ignoring Sophie's attempt to make him stay, he hurried out the door.As soon as he left, Sophie carelessly tossed my baby into the trash can. "Heh. Your mom is really a big loser. She couldn't beat me while she was alive, and now she's dead and can't even protect you."I watched helplessly, wanting to reach out and hold my baby, but every time I tried, my hands went right through her. I couldn't touch her."I'm sorry, my baby," I sobbed, squatting next to her tiny form. "It's my fault. In your next life, find a better mother. Don't come back to my belly."I couldn't stop crying. I nev
My body was sent to the funeral home where Henry worked, and it was he and Sophie who prepared me for burial. Henry was in charge of reconstructing my face while Sophie sorted out my personal belongings.They seemed to work so seamlessly together. I couldn't help but wonder, if they had this much chemistry at work, why did Henry always complain about her whenever he came home? Was it because of that old saying, "We're always stirred by what we can't have"?"She's so pitiful... she was even pregnant," Sophie murmured, staring at my autopsy report, which revealed that I had been three months along.Henry didn't answer. He remained focused as he carefully put my shattered skull back together.If I hadn't seen Sophie sneak my phone into her pocket while she was sorting through my belongings, I might have believed she genuinely felt sorry for me.My head had been crushed, making it nearly impossible to restore fully. All Henry could do was patch together a rough outline of my former
Henry didn't even notice I was gone. He finished washing up and went straight to bed without so much as a phone call or a message asking where I had been.'I guess it's true. Once you have seen how much someone loves you, it's painfully obvious when they stop. You can sense it in a heartbeat,' I thought.Back then, if I didn't respond to his messages right away because I was swamped at work, he would blow up my phone with call after call. If I didn't answer, he would even drop everything to come to my office just to make sure I was safe.…"Isabella, no matter how busy you are, remember to text back.""I just need to know you're okay. You don't think I'm being annoying, right?""Next time, just send me a smiley face so I know you're safe. That's all I need."…But now? He couldn't even be bothered to send a message.The way we met was strange, too. It was because of my mother, a woman who had endured decades of domestic abuse before finally jumping off a high building, leaving
After Henry dropped off the frightened Sophie at her home, he finally remembered to return to our house."Isabella, pour me a glass of water!"That was his habit. He always needed a warm glass of water the moment he got home. He once told me that the temperature inside the funeral home was so low that only the warmth of water made him feel the comfort of home again.However, the only response he received this time was silence.We had argued earlier that morning because of Sophie."Isabella, Sophie's in the hospital with a fever. She's all alone, and as her teacher, I have to check on her."Watching him at the entrance, already slipping on his shoes, I was gripped by a terrible feeling that if he left, he might never come back."The hospital has plenty of doctors and nurses. What can you do for her? And besides, it's Valentine's Day... you're really going to leave me home alone today?" I asked.Henry froze mid-step, looking at me like he couldn't believe what he was hearing."I
On Valentine's Day, I died at the spot where Henry Cadden and I once pledged our love. I was hit in the head by a falling cabin from the Ferris wheel. Two lives were lost in an instant.And where was my husband? He was in the very same cabin that had just killed me, locked in an embrace and kissing Sophie Lloyd at that last second when it dropped."Mr. Cadden, if I hadn't moved so much, would she still be..."I hovered above, watching Sophie as she pressed herself tightly against him. Her voice was tinged with guilt as though she really felt sorry.I leaned in close to her ear and kept screaming, 'It's your fault! You kept moving, and that's why the cabin fell! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be dead!'But of course, she couldn't hear me."It's not your fault, Sophie," Henry murmured, holding her even tighter as if he feared I might rise from the dead and haunt them. "It's her fate. If it wasn't us in that cabin, someone else would've been. She was doomed either way.""I'm sca