I had died. I lay alone on the empty street as my blood stained the ground beneath me. After I drew my last breath, my spirit drifted to my wife and watched as she embraced her first love with a frantic expression. "Calm down, Gabriel. Don't worry. I'll help you and make sure that you stay out of prison," said my wife, Sarah Lloyd.Her first love, Gabriel Scott, was curled up in her arms. With a horrified look on his face, he said in a trembling voice, "You're the only person who can help me, Sarah. I only had a few drinks. I didn't mean to hit him. You're a lawyer—you know how to get me out of this, right?"She stared at him in a sympathetic manner while she repeatedly promised that nothing would happen to him. Subsequently, she pulled out her phone to call me. But before she could place the call, he agitatedly snatched the device away from her."What are you doing, Gabriel?" she asked quizzically. "I was going to call Alex so he could come over and get rid of your car for us
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