The revenge of the fallen heiress

After more than ten years together, could I really be easily forgotten ? Would he even feel sad upon hearing of my death? I couldn't help but wonder after hearing the police officer's voice. Michael's face showed no sign of concern. He asked. "Is it just a wedding dress?" "Yes, for now it's just a wedding dress. But Ms Sandra might be in danger. We actually can't say it suicide, we actually think....... "Before the officer could finish his statement, Michael interrupted him. I don't know who reported this or is handling this case, but I know Sandra very well. She can't take her own life. There's no need to waste resources just to get my attention. She has done this before. "The officer was surprised. We are newly married, and Michael showed no sign of concern for my own safety. He ended the call before the officer could utter more words. A bitter laugh came out from me at the idea that Michael might still have feelings for his wife. Even with the police involved, he still didn't

I intended to cause them pain before dismissing myself from their lives and cutting ties with them completely.Everything seemed to be going as planned,but I hadn't anticipated that Michael would leave me at the wedding that early and that Annabel wouldn't be at the wedding.I had to hold on to my plan since it was unable to expose them on my wedding, waiting for another chance to expose them.But I never thought that I would die that night and become a phantom observer of their betrayal.I lost utterly and completely.How can I compete with the living,when I am dead?I couldn't win Michael's heart or seek vengeance for my child.in this relationship I was a big failure.I trailed behind Michael, watching as he didn't even bother to look for me his newly wedded wife.instead ,he went about his daily life,went to work as if my existence or my disappearance meant nothing to him.All those years I spent with him,all the love I have showed him were a very big mistake.I sincerely regretted ever

The darkness was not empty.That was the first thing I noticed — that the place I was seeing was not simply nothing. It had weight to it, a kind of thickness, like standing at the bottom of a very deep pool and looking up at the surface of the water far above you. I could see light up there,very distant, and I had the sense that if I wanted to reach it, I would have to want it badly enough to move.I did not know if I wanted to.I had died.I was certain of that. I had felt it happen — the slow lost of warmth, the moment when Michael's voice on the phone had stopped reaching me, the fireworks bursting in the cold sky above while I lay bleeding to death in a dark alley in my wedding dress.And yet here I was. Floating! Aware!Thinking!Is this what death is? I wondered. Just this — drifting forever in warm darkness, remembering everything you lost?The thought of it made something rise up inside me. Something hot and tight and furious.Anger! I had spent twenty-eight years of my

Strange inheritance The house was on the thirty-second floor.When the elevator doors opened and I stepped out into Vivian’s home for the very first time, I stopped walking and simply stood there for a moment, admiring it.It was breathtaking.The entire front wall was made of glass, floor to ceiling, from one end of the room to the other, and beyond it.I had grown up in a comfortable house. I had lived with Michael in a nice apartment. I had never in my life stood somewhere that felt like this, like standing above the world.Sandra Raymond had never had anything like this.But Vivian Salvatore did. And for now, Vivian Salvatore was me.I walked slowly into the room. My footsteps were quiet on the floor. The furniture was expensive,dark colours, everything chosen with the eye of someone who valued quality over quantity.There were no family photos on the walls. The space was beautiful and was like a very high-end hotel suite that someone had been living in for years.I recogn

The resignations arrived by Thursday.The two of them.submitted their letters within forty-eight hours of the board meeting, which told me about how guilty they were. Innocent men fight. Mr. Walter brought the letters to my office personally, placing them on my desk."Both of them," he said simply."Good," I said, and meant it. "Begin the audit on Monday as planned. I want everything from the last three months reviewed,every decision, every payment, every contract. Nothing should be left out."Mr. Walter nodded. He turned to leave, then paused at the door. "Ms. Salvatore," he said, without turning around.I'm glad you came back the way you did." He paused. "The company needed it."He left before I could respond.I sat alone in my office, for a moment after he went looking at the resignation letters on my desk.Two men who had helped themselves to things that did not belong to them, and were certain they would never face consequence. Two men who had looked at an unconscious woma