Watching the two of them bask in their affection, I finally understood I had been deceived.
On the third day after marrying into the Brooks family, I was beaten until I was crippled—five shattered bones, even my chest cavity torn open.
And on that same day, the man who had promised to marry me, Daniel, was engaged to Chloe.
“When it comes to children, you don’t have to worry. You won’t have to suffer. Emily can be made to carry the baby through IVF.”
“You are my little princess. I could never let you endure any pain.”
But what they didn’t know was that I could never bear children again.
The dead and the ghosts—they cannot give birth.
…
After I died, my soul did not disperse. The grim reaper said my resentment was too heavy, my ties unresolved, and I could not be reborn.
So I drifted back to the Miller family mansion.
I watched with my own eyes as the wedding that should have been mine became Chloe’s.
They were busy helping her pick out wedding items—everything from the dress to the house, even the carpets on the floor and the wedding favors for the guests, all imported from abroad.
Suddenly, I heard them complain inside:
“That Emily Carter, who knows where she’s disappeared to!”