MasukSandra, a young bride, is stabbed and left to die in a dark alley on her wedding night, her husband Michael and best friend Annabel oblivious to her desperate fate. As her spirit lingers, she witnesses the shocking truth: Michael's affair with Annabel and his disregard for her life. With her final breath, Sandra's fate is sealed, but her spirit refuses to rest, forced to witness the devastating consequences of her husband's betrayal. Will justice be served, or will Sandra's memory be forever tainted by the cruel hand of fate?”
Lihat lebih banyakI saw my life slipping away from me as I continues to lose control of my conscious state,
Slipping in and out of my mind. The pain in my side from where the thief had stabbed me continued to throb and ache. Would I really die like this? Cold and alone in a dark alley? On my wedding night? With the last shred of my sanity, I gathered my strength and dialed the only number I had memorized. From the other end of the line came a man's voice..."Sandra, what do you want, I have given you the ground wedding, what else do you want from me?" My attacker observed my pitiful and struggling state, as blood poured from me quickly. He's aware that I'm going to die and could not pose any threat whatsoever. Unwilling to surrender just yet, I clung to the faintest glimmer of hope. My white wedding gown, drenched now in blood, summoning my last strength, I cried out, "mich, save me!" I saw the city illuminated by fireworks that were supposed to celebrate my marriage to my husband but were instead used by him in wooing another lady. I thought that by dying, I would remove the obstacle, blocking him from openly pursuing my best friend. However, when he discovered that my body played cold on the floor, he lost his sanity. My white wedding gown, drenched now in blood, summoning my last strength, I cried out, "mich, save me!" Unwilling to surrender just yet, I clung to the faintest glimmer of hope. My attacker observed my pitiful and struggling state, as blood poured from me quickly. He's aware that I'm going to die and could not pose any threat whatsoever. When I called Michael for help,he cut me off with anger, thinking I was only seeking his attention."It's enough,please stop and I'm tired of this your charade, aren't you tired? I'm fed up with it please." " Someone is trying to kill me Michael,I'm not lying."I said faintly.He scoffed" Sandra after you pretended to be sick before.what's this performance for again?.why are you desperate for attention? Annabel is your best friend,and you are Mrs Raymond now.Will you only be satisfied when she's dead?". His scornful and harmful words are comparable to the biting cold. As the blood pooled under me staining my wedding gown, I knew instantly that my end was near. With my final breath, I lay on the floor, surrendering to my fate, my voice like that of a whisper." But Annabel is safe and well, while I ... am dying slowly. " " Just die please. That way Annabel and I wouldn't be bothered by you anymore. " Then I heard a sweet voice from the other end of the phone," Michael, the fireworks are about to start".Then the call ended. Michaels voice faded away, leaving only the wind howling in my ears. The blood slipped from my fingers and fell into the water. My eyes turned red, burning tears streaming down my cheeks. Amidst the swirling snow, tiny lights began to appear in the dark sky that looked like a river of stars created by twinkling drones. The elaborate deafening burst of fireworks filled the air, and my vision was filled by their dazzling display. Michael spent close to six months preparing the fireworks for our wedding, but it had been a show to impress another lady. In the midst of Michael and Annabel's joy , my eyes closed for the last time. People do say that one may experience reincarnation after death, if truly there's life after death, I hope my path and that of Michael would never cross again. But fate had a different plan for me. When I became conscious again, I found myself under a star filled sky that was so brilliant, watching a couple locked themselves in an embrace. It was Michael,my husband,and Annabel, my best friend clung to each other's arms, about to kiss. "Please, don't do this, you can't do this, Michael, Annabel!" I tried reaching out to them, but my hand went through their bodies. I looked around,no one seemed to notice me,I looked down and saw my transparent form.then it became clear to me that I was dead and somehow my spirit ended up close to them. I felt the sharp sting of death watching them kiss so passionately. I had been with him since childhood,then not long ago, Michael had promised me that his feelings for Annabel were purely friends' love and that I was the only one he loved. As I watched them kiss, another fireworks streaked across the sky ,then suddenly Michael jolted awake, pushing Annabel aside with a sudden force. "We can't do this, Annabel" Her face still flushed,and the firelight made her more attractive and captivating.She bit her lower lips and said,"Mich,I didn't mean for any of this to happen.i just ..... can't control myself". "It's alright,I will make a call,I'm not angry " Michael gently stroked her hair. I was still watching them,as he pulled out his mobile phone and dialed a number. After all this year of dedication,it amounted to nothing in the end. Beep,beep,beep... Calling me came afterthought,even thinking of me came only after his romantic encounter with Annabel.After three rings,my voice was still unheard.i was always on standby for Michael,ready to answer his call with in two rings.But I'm dead.How can a corpse answer a phone? Michael looked at Annabel, frowning."Annabel,I'm going to check on Sandra,tracking her last location." Oh,he remembered me now Before I took my last breath,I sent him my location by the lake.If he comes now,he might still find my body. I dread what the scheming attacker might do to my body since time was slipping away too fast. Annabel's small hand grasped his wrist,and looked at him with pleading eyes." Mich , please stay with me." Michael hesitated." But Sandra.... "You know she's always dramatic.Have you forgotten when she pretended to be very sick at the hospital? You had to leave everything you were doing,only to find out she was okey.Thats how Sandra is,she's always like that,the spoiled child, playing these tricks on you just to get your attention.who would dare harm Sandra?" Her words rubbed off his weary brow and eased his doubts. " I wish Sandra would just be like you" Annabel smiled and felt better." Only people who have never experienced love need to be sensible.Sandra,you can do whatever you want." He took Annabel into our room instead and didn't come to look for my wife again.i tried stopping her from entering,but she passed through my ghostly form laughing. Whether I was alive or not,it just seems impossible to stop her. She came out from the bathroom wearing my night gown.michael eyes darkened as he took her beneath the sheer fabric.watching the tension growing between them,I felt angry mixed with sorrow. "Do you know,you are putting on Sandra's clothes? Michael asked her. " I know and I also know you have longed to stop loving her.you love me, don't you?" she said, wrapping her arms around him. "Annabel,it's enough" his voice sounded cold. "What's it, after tonight you will become my best friend's husband.I'm just asking for one night, nothing much".tears streamed down her as she was sobbing looking abandoned then she said."Fine if you won't have me,I will look for someone else". "I will agree with what you say,but not this" Michael pushed her away. "Fine,I will look for someone else" "Stop this nonsense!" "If you won't have me and don't want me then I will...." Michael pulled her closed to him and into his arms,then shut her up with a kiss. MLMichael, the man I had loved for so long now,was making out with my best friend in our room. I screamed in agony,but wasn't heard by anyone. I watched them as they made love that night.By dawn Annabel nestled close to Michael with a broad smile. Michael, now regretting his action last night."Annabel,about last night...." I sneered.why is he regretting now that everything was done?it's pointless. "Michael,don't bother yourself,Sandra won't know about what happened last night and I will disappear from your life forever" "Who asked you to leave?You know.... Before he could finish,his phone rang interrupting him,then he answered the call. A voice from the other end of the phone,Mr Raymond Michael,a wedding dress was recovered from the lake side this morning.It has been identified as the one worn by your wife Sandra yesterday.please can you assist with the investigation by coming to the police station?Looking at him like a stranger I finally changed my position again to the tall window that overlooked the garden below.A deliberate choice.The window gave me a clear view of everyone without putting me in the center of it.I could see without being the most visible person, that's how I actually wanted it to be.I held my champagne glass,and I watched.Michael was still in the room.I had been tracking him after I felt his eyes all over me.He had moved from the three men,and was talking with the head of the representative of the city council.I turned back to the window, below the garden,a small light had been strung through the trees.They were beautiful, simple and warm.The light reminded me of the fireworks. Six months of preparation,that was what the press had reported at the time of the wedding.Michael Raymond had spent six months preparing an elaborate fireworks display for his new bride.And I had watched those fireworks from an alley, bleeding, fading.I pressed my finger
Meeting Michael eyesThe invitation that came that morning were from the gala that Vivian Salvatore had been a constant supporter for five years now before the unfortunate accident.It was an event that the rich and powerful attended,not because they cared, although some half heartedly while some genuinely care. Som some attended to avoid bad reputation.Vivian Salvatore was invited, which underneath it was Sandra Raymond.Maria had told me about the event three weeks earlier.“Vivian Salvatore attended it every year” she said, putting the invitation card in front of my desk.I picked up the paper in my hands.”who will be there?I asked.Maria had already prepared a list,just like I predicted she would.She went through the list effortlessly.The business men, several council representative,the press, philanthropist and their spouses,are all going to be there.And then at the end of the list,she made mention of a name that made something in my chest stopped.“Raymond Enterprise will ha
The day came.I dressed carefully.Not in anything that announced itself. Nothing that said money or power or look at me.A dark charcoal suit, well cut but not loud. Low heels.My hair pinned back simply. I wanted to walk into that room looking like a woman who had nothing to prove, because women who have nothing to prove are the most difficult to read and I needed Samantha to work a little to read me.I arrived at the place twelve minutes early.That was deliberate too.I did not want her to watch me enter. I wanted to already be there, already settled, already present, when she arrived. I wanted her first impression of me to be gentle.The dining room was exactly as I had hoped.Small. Four tables, only two of which were occupied, both by men eating alone with newspapers and the particular focused silence of people who valued their privacy above everything. The walls were dark . The light came from lamps on the tables and a row of narrow windows overlooking a courtyard. There
The name appeared in the afternoon afternoon.I was working through Vivian's old business files as usual the ones,from the encrypted backup server. Most of what I had found so far was exactly what I expected, contracts, correspondence, the careful and methodical notes of a woman building a case against Raymond Enterprises one documented fact at a time.But this file was different.It was buried three folders deep, labelled with nothing but a date,the date, I realised after a moment, was six weeks before Vivian's accident. Inside the file was a single document. Not long. Not elaborate. Just a list of names with brief notes beside each one, written in Vivian's short, direct style.Most of the names I did not recognise. Business contacts, legal sources, people connected to Raymond Enterprises through various financial threads that Vivian had been following.But one name stopped me completely.Samantha Raymond.I sat very still.I stared at the name for a long moment. Then I read th


















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