When I died, My Fiancé was Sleeping with His SweetheartChapter 1
1
When the rusty dagger pierced me, I was still holding the phone tightly, trying to ask Andrew Baker for help.
Andrew was my fiancé. "Hello, the number you dialed is currently unavailable..."
As I listened to the call being hung up, the last bit of hope in my eyes died out.
The next second, with a hideous grin, the man stabbed the dagger into my heart.
On a deserted, unfamiliar path, I lay there alone, with my eyes wide open in fear.
Blood flowed from my chest, taking my life with it.
Andrew and I just got engaged.
My parents were still waiting for me at home.
My younger brother said he wanted to make a speech at my wedding...
I felt like I was getting lighter, and my soul was peeling away from my body bit by bit.
My soul wandered uncontrollably.
I was dead. I died on the night Andrew kicked me out of the car...
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My soul drifted to Ava Davis' house, a girl who had been loved by my fiancé.
Ava curled up in Andrew's arms, sleeping soundly.
Andrew lowered his head and lovingly stroked Ava's hair.
Then he picked up his phone, looked at my missed calls, and frowned.