All Chapters of My Funeral Awakened Her Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The clock struck midnight. I stared at the sky-blue cake that was slowly melting on the table. The single candle had long since burned out.Just like that, my birthday quietly ended.I walked over, looked at the forgotten cake, and took a bite. "Happy birthday," I muttered to myself.Then, without a second thought, I tossed the entire cake into the trash can.It was late when she finally came home.I looked toward the front door as she stepped inside. "You're back."Seraphine Evans cast a cold glance my way, her brows furrowing in disapproval. "Do you ever do anything other than drink?"I swirled the drink in my glass and gave a soft laugh. "Drinking is an elegant thing to do."Then I staggered toward her. "It's good stuff. Come on, have a sip…" I held out the glass.She narrowed her eyes and pushed my hand away. "You should go to bed."The push sent most of the wine sloshing out of the glass. The sharpness of it sobered me up a little. I lowered the glass and finally looked

Even though I had died, my soul drifted in this world. I thought death would finally free me from Seraphine. However, for some reason, my spirit lingered near her.I drifted up to the 60th floor of Heeta International, Seraphine's company.After her parents died in a car accident, she took over the business. Her secretary handed her a cup of coffee. I floated in behind her into the office. "Ms. Evans, the video conference with Willer starts at 9:30. The briefing documents are already on your desk."Seraphine gave a slight nod. That was when I noticed something missing—her wedding ring.Even though she had always kept her distance from me, she had never taken off the ring. Now, her left ring finger was bare, save for a faint red imprint where the band used to be.Right. We were divorced now. There was no reason for her to wear it anymore. Still, a sudden ache assaulted my chest. I didn't expect to feel anything after death.Around noon, I glanced at the time out of habit. For fi

The eighth floor of the Haequinn Hotel was home to a private club known as the Golden Den. It was a popular gathering place for Accanne's wealthiest socialites.After dinner, Seraphine and Jack headed upstairs.I hadn't intended to follow as I didn't want to see them being lovey-dovey, but my soul moved on its own, trailing them helplessly.When we reached the eighth floor, they happened to run into Seraphine's friends and a few men drinking in one of the private rooms. Without hesitation, Jack pulled her into the room with him.The deafening bass thumped through the walls as Jack draped his arm casually around her shoulders as if announcing to the world that she belonged to him.The ladies laughed, clinked glasses, and filled them again just as quickly. Before long, Seraphine was too drunk to stand on her own. Her world spun as she squinted at her watch and muttered, "It's midnight already. I need to go home. Hayden never lets me stay out late. It's annoying how controlling he

Seraphine returned to the office after her night out, as busy as ever.The hangover left her with a dull ache in her head. After a morning of meetings, she allowed herself a short break and asked her assistant to bring in an extra-strong coffee.While waiting, she reached for the private phone that had stayed quiet all night and flipped through the screen.I floated over to glance at it. Jack had messaged her, asking if she wanted to have dinner that evening. She replied with a simple line, saying she had something on tonight and that they could meet another time.After that, she scrolled through all her texts and missed calls. It was like she was looking or waiting for something.Her eyes lowered slightly as she remained silent. Just then, Helen entered the room with a cup of coffee. "Your coffee, Ms. Evans.""Thanks." Seraphine glanced once more at her phone, then looked up and asked, "Did Hayden call?"Helen froze for a split second, then quickly replied, "No, he didn't."Se

However, that didn't happen. When Seraphine arrived at the station, she saw Zedd standing among a few officers, his expression heavy with grief.She frowned and walked toward them.Zedd gave her a calm and distant glance before saying to the officer beside him, "This is Hayden's wife. She can sign the forms." Even his voice sounded hoarse.Seraphine grew impatient. "What exactly is going on here?"One of the officers offered a gentle, solemn nod. "My condolences."Her pupils shrank slightly. She didn't quite understand what he meant."Let me take you to identify the body," the officer said.She followed him down the corridor.I was curious. What kind of expression would she make when she saw my body? Would she feel even a flicker of sadness? I followed them into a room. A single bed sat in the center, and on it lay a body, covered from head to toe in a white sheet."The body's been here for over 48 hours. With the heat, the decomposition has started. There's bruising, and