My husband, Jerome Dyson, and I, Winter Montez, drowned in a freak accident out at sea.Although my body was gone, my soul was still around, and I found myself hanging around my son, Casey Dyson.I watched as Casey organized a full funeral procession for Jerome and me, looking every bit exhausted and disheartened, like he was barely holding it together.However, as soon as the funeral procession was over, he threw down the bunch of white lilies impatiently and said, "Oh, my god! Those two old fools are finally dead. They just wouldn't die for years! Luckily, we succeeded this time!"I was shocked. Old fools? Was he really referring to Jerome and me?Casey stared at our tombstones, the hatred in his eyes making my chest tighten in shock.Why did Casey hate us so much? We were both his birth parents! We had invested 20 years of our lives bringing him up to the best of our ability. We had even put his name down as the sole payee and benefactor on both Jerome's and my insurance polic
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