Three Years After My Death, He Married My Best Friend

As they dug up my body, Calvin was holding Meryl's hand and tenderly reciting his vows.

"I promise, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love the woman beside me faithfully from this day forward.

"And I choose to spend the rest of my life with her."

Drifting above them, I listened to the vows, and bitterness welled up inside me.

I'd imagined Calvin in his wedding suit countless times.

I never thought that when I finally saw him in one, he'd be marrying someone else...

Someone asked in a low voice, "Didn't Calvin have a fiancée before? Cecilia something? Where'd she go?"

"Don't get me started. That woman was a total gold digger. The second Calvin's family went bankrupt, she latched onto some rich guy and took off!

"Meryl's the one who's stood by Calvin all these years. She even sold her house so he could start his company. Now that's true love!"

The newlyweds came over to toast their guests. Meryl approached on Calvin's arm, smiling. "What are you all talking about? You look like you're having fun."

One guest, eager to flatter the couple, blurted out, "We were talking about Calvin's old fiancée, Cecilia.

"If she knew how happy you two are now, she'd be sick with regret!

"Right, Calvin?"

Meryl's expression froze. She glanced at Calvin's clenched jaw and forced a smile.

Calvin kept his eyes down, his face unreadable. He said flatly, "It's a happy day. Why bring up a woman like that? I don't want to hear her name again."

His tone was sharp, with an edge of impatience. The guest mumbled an awkward agreement.

"Right, right. A gold digger like her can't hold a candle to Meryl!

"Let's not even talk about her!"

Let's not even talk about her...

So seven years of love had been brushed aside with a few careless words.

When Calvin turned away, I saw it all from where I hovered. His fingers clenched until his knuckles went white, and hatred flashed in his eyes.

He hated me...

He hated me for walking away when he was at his lowest, for throwing away seven years together, for never even giving him an explanation.

For three years, Calvin had called me countless times and sent countless texts. I'd never answered.

I'd watched him fall apart, then go numb. Now he'd forgotten me completely. All he had left was hate.

But he didn't know I was already dead.

All those messages had vanished into the ice and snow. It wasn't that I didn't want to answer. I couldn't anymore...