“Wait a moment. I must sever the past before I can peacefully become your bride.”
“If that bastard Ethan Brooks doesn’t return the money, I’ll burn down his family home. I mean what I say.”
As her words fell, an old, shabby figure caught her eye, utterly out of place among the elite guests.
People recoiled from her, covering their noses and glaring at her like she was a beggar.
“What are the security guards doing, letting a filthy vagrant in here?”
“God, the stench! Get her out of here!”
Several guards rushed over to seize my mother, but she quickly held up the invitation.
“Let me go! I was invited by Emily Carter.”
“Ha! What a joke. You think Ms. Carter would invite trash like you? Who do you think you are?”
“Never seen such shameless arrogance before!”
“Stop standing around—drag her out and toss her back in the gutter.”
“Yes, ma’am!” The guards struck my mother several times and kicked her to the ground.
Furious, I rushed forward, trying to fight them off. But everything I did was useless—my soul was transparent. I had been dead for five years.
“Stop!”