After I was Killed, My Husband Restored the Truth Himself

The night I died, William was out celebrating his old love’s birthday.

I was in excruciating pain and managed to make one last call to him. But all I got from him was a cold, dismissive response: “Can you stop pretending? If you really want to die, do it far away and don’t interrupt me celebrating Serena’s birthday.”

The sounds of fireworks were ringing in my ears as I closed my eyes in despair.